I am sooooo slackery.
I couldn't find the camera anywhere.
That was the problem.
And it rained.
I, when it rains a lot, turn into an 80-year-old Irish woman.
I feel absolutely compelled to sit on the couch with a big book and drink tea.
No matter that it is 90 degrees and raining - I feel the call!
So, there ya go. That's my excuse.
Turns out the camera was under yet another giant pile of clothes waiting to be folded.
(Surely 90-year-old Irish women have very little laundry to fold, right?)
(I just noticed that I've aged a decade in just 5 lines!)
So, anyway, despite my tendency for reading and teaing, I did actually bust some yard ass both days before the rains came.
Jackdaddy and a variety of very good friends (Yea, Joe! Yea, Stephano!) made major progress on the fence. (No pictures due to "loss" of camera.)
On a sad side note here, Jackdaddy's dear, dear cousin whom he grew up with and loved very much succumbed to cancer this weekend. It had been a long journey for him, but he did go gently into that good night, and he is on to a new adventure. We wish our Jimmy much peace in his passing and we will miss him greatly.
Sigh. We have endured much loss around here these last few months with my step-father, Luna, my precious cousin, Shannan, and now Jimmy.
Onward we go, though, as always. Feeling that strong pull of extra love for each other that comes as the result of loss.
And, so ....
This bubbly water has special meaning.
That is a tease because the full story is for another post.
(Don't get your hopes up that we went to Lourdes or something. Just a regular Holt family project. And I do know that the water at Lourdes is not carbonated, I'm just reaching here.)
Finally, I shout!
I figured out a little spruce for this spot that has long plagued me.
I'd like to do a whole post about it, so here's just a little nudge for ye.
I did notice that two of those plants were blooming this morning, so there may be hope for this spot!
And this spot which I know does not look very fancy or nice yet, but I do believe it will.
We gardeners have to have a vision cuz nothing look like crap more than a brand new bed with teeny new plants and that I AM NEW feel all over the place.
This area, too, is for a full post someday as this side yard has thwarted me ceaselessly for years, dammit.
I have conquered it!
Many a gardener has claimed such things, only to be bitterly defeated in the end.
Fingers crossed, y'all.
FinnigantheCurious discovered a box of mult-colored candles and went about using them.
These are the super-drippy kind that you used to see in Italian restaurants.
You know, the wine jug with candle wax all dripping down the sides.
I bought these eons ago and put them in the candle drawer (yes, I have one) to wait for him to discover them.
This, in the unschooling world, is called strewing.
(Do follow that link. I love that blog post.)
Anway, he finally found them and now we have these candles sculptures all over the house.
We made some cookies because.
Well, because we were looking for another cookie recipe from Smitten Kitchen, but found these and made them instead.
They are so long gone.
And, lastly, just a sweet picture.
I'm sure the bigger boy would be miffed to know that I posted a picture of him in his skivvies, but who can resist such sweetness?
Finnigan was comforting him after Jack found out about Jimmy.
My boy is sooooo sweet. He really is.
I am off on bikes with Finn and his friend.
We are going to get donuts.
I know, I know, but, what the hell?
Life is short and needs to be sweeter every now and then.
I'll talk more garden tomorrow.