I’m looking sooo forward to my ooey gooey cheesey squash, fried okra, stuffed peppers and fresh, crisp beans. Oh, MAN, am I ready! There is just nothing quite like fresh garden veggies! Let’s just hope I’m able to keep them all alive and producing in this heat!

Oh…quick gnome update. I asked my neighbor if maybe the gnomes would like dinner as a thank you for tilling my garden. He said that they happen to LOVE my buffalo chicken strips, so it looks like I’ll be making lots of those tomorrow night!

On another note, I’m excited another auction that Diane from Pampered Bunz and I are doing this week. It’s a Mickey Mouse outfit this time and I’m going to have a really hard time parting with it! Here’s a little preview of my contribution to the set (Elliott thoroughly enjoyed modeling it for me!)…

Another random thought…my town is having a cajun festival this weekend and I’m kind of excited about that! That in itself is funny, because Shayne and I have really become pretty reclusive lately and the chances of us actually going and facing the crowd are pretty slim. Maybe I’ll just buy a box of Zatarain’s and call it a day.

***Pampered Bunz is now Doodle Bunz!

Our next door neighbors are a very sweet and wonderful couple. They are kind, fascinating, hard working people that I have tons of respect for. It’s a great thing to have good neighbors, you know it? We have lots of them. Mainly retired widows and retired lesbian couples.

But this particular non-lesbian couple have a love for gnomes. They collect them. There are gnomes of all shapes, sizes and expressions both in their home and in their yard. Ceramic ones, plastic ones, you name it. They’re cute little dudes that bring a smile to my face.

But, you see….the neighbors tell us there are other gnomes. Real, live gnomes. And they live in our two back yards. They tell us that they mainly protect us from bad spirits, sometimes they take off with toys and small items….and sometimes they leave surprises and do random kind acts.

This brings us to my garden. I had marked off the perimeter of my garden with the hoe. It isn’t enormous, but when you plan to turn the soil manually, the job can be very overwhelming. One evening, Shayne and I had begun shoveling and turning the soil and finished one small section before it was time to call it a night.

The next day, I went out to water the dirt and soften it up…..and what do I discover?

The area we had worked with the shovel was turned better. Deeper. And a larger area was done.

I convinced myself that I’m just crazy and that we either did more than we thought we did, or that Shayne had come back out and done more while I was busy with the kids.

Neither of these were the case.

Our neighbor saw me out there and said with a wink that he had seen gnomes in our garden and they were acting awfully suspicious! I told him what they had apparently been up to back there and he said that he really suspected that while we weren’t looking, the gnomes would be making another visit to finish off the job.

All the while, there’s a new, shiny tiller sitting about 10 feet behind him.

Hmmm….

I’ll just say….I really like having gnomes! They do good work! Just look…

While I was out taking pics of the gnomes’ handiwork, I thought I’d show you my baby zinnias, too. They are coming up beautifully. Zinnias are tough, tough flowers. They can survive the mean Texas heat and don’t need just a whole lot of water. These will be about 18 inches tall and just full of big gorgeous blooms…

And…my most producing little strawberry plant had a pretty little bloom on it this morning…blinding, really.

I’ve never been much of a green thumb, but I’m really giving it my best shot this time around. Wish me lots of luck, flowers, fruits and veggies!

Alex helped Grandma plant some black-eyed peas in her enormous garden. It’s so fun to put those seeds in and know that before long, we’ll all be eating fresh, yummy veggies. Her squash and green beans are already sprouting and promising to be a great crop! Alex looked like a natural out there.

Actually, he looked like a city boy stuck in the country and wanted his MP3 player while he worked. Mean ol’ Mommy did not allow it.

Then I remembered that I needed some hay to put around my strawberry plants here at home. Alex, in full swing of farmerhood at this point, got out of the truck, grabbed a pitchfork and went to town. He and Grandma successfully bagged up some hay for me. Elliott and I waited in the truck and I swelled with pride at seeing my little man use a pitchfork like a real pro. Something so wholesome about it. Something so…real.

Just when he thought his work was done and we were driving away from the hay, I glanced out the truck window and spotted a fine specimen of dried cow manure. I thought to myself, “What better way to organically fertilize our strawberries!!!”

I quickly stopped the truck and Alex got back out with a bucket and a pitchfork. He worked hard and fast (with Grandma’s supervision) and collected us a heap of cow patties.

Oh, the berries we will have!

After finishing up our visit over cookies and milk back at the house, we headed home. For 45 long highway minutes, we traveled. With cow poop in tow. Oh, the smell. Oh….the smell. Because, you see, I don’t drive a long-bed farm truck. I drive an SUV. Shewwwweeeeee!

Now…

Two things:

1) I am furious with myself for leaving my camera in Grandma’s house during our adventure. You can imagine the fantastic photo opps that were missed. I’m really very upset about it.

2) It sounds like I was being terribly lazy and making my 6-year-old son do all the work. I had 2 very important jobs, though. I was driving the farm truck and that’s a serious job. The other was keeping Elliott in the truck out of the wind. It was gusting terribly and brought a yucky chill with it. I worked hard to keep her protected. Worked hard in that warm, safe, windless truck.

We’re expecting rain over the next few days, so my playing in the dirt is put on hold. I will have more pics up before you now it and I just know you’ll be impressed with all my hard work. One bed, I’ve decided will be a small strawberry patch for the kids to enjoy this summer. Won’t that be fun??

So since it’s cool outside and getting ready to rain (assuming our forecasters know what the heck they’re talking about this time), I’ve been doing less fun indoor things. Sorting laundry, doing dishes and–most fun of all—scrubbing down baseboards, cabinets and appliances in my kitchen. UGH. Besides mopping, this is my least favorite job. Especially in an 80-year-old kitchen in dire need of updates. You can clean, but it never looks as clean as it should and that is just way too disappointing. I want to see my results, man!

This afternoon, Shayne, Elliott and I are going to head out to the store. I need hair color so I can quit feeling like I look like a hag. Elliott needs prunes and/or prune juice (yes, still having issues.). We need paper goods for Alex’s party. And probably more marshmallows for the fondant I need to prepare today or tomorrow. I do hope his cake turns out ok! I’m out of practice and he’s been spoiled to wonderful cakes over the years. I can’t disappoint him now, but….Transformers?? That’s a challenge. I’ll keep you posted on how the process is going.

Have a great day and do a rain dance!

Just look how pretty!

At least…I think that’s an iris, right?

Then I got all motivated and decided to tackle this:

See, we live in a very old house with a very potentially cool backyard. Decades ago, I’m sure this was well maintained and just overflowing with gorgeous flowers. When it became ours, it was just a big ol’ heap of mess.

So I grabbed a hoe and I started in on it. And Elliott helped.

“Dirt? What dirt?? I would never eat dirt, Mommy!”

See, before that, she was clean. Before my sudden urge to get dirty took over, she looked all sweet and smelled sweet, too.

Anyhow, I did pretty well with the darn thing and then Shayne got home and chipped in. We were nasty, dirty and sweaty, but look how much better it already looks!

Still, it needs lots of love, flowers and maybe a bird bath? And we’ve got many, many flower beds that need love as bad or worse as this poor thing did. All in time. All in time.

Oh yeah. And then there is this.

Our neighbor who actually grew up across the street says it was a fish pond 50-60 years ago when she was a kid. It was painted green so the cats couldn’t see the fish and eat them all up. The question remains: What the heck do we do with it??? I’m open to suggestions!