The Garden Is In

Sunday is my most favorite day of the year -- the day we turn our clocks forward and gain an hour of daylight. I don't even care that I lose an hour of sleep; that extra hour makes a world of difference in our day-to-day life. It means bike rides after dinner, sitting out on the deck with Popsicles, and generally enjoying time together outside.

Right now in Texas, the Bradford Pear trees are blooming, and they look so, so pretty:

Last week we started our garden. You can put onions and potatoes in the ground nice and early down here -- sometime around the end of February and early March. Because we had a Fall garden last year, our plot remained mostly free of weeds and grass, so it was relatively easy to get ready to plant.

We  haven't done onions and potatoes here before, so I don't know how well they will grow. But if I get even half of the onions to grow, it will be plenty.

That row to the right of the onions is where the potatoes are planted, but there's nothing exciting happening there yet. 

I'm still considering what will fill out the rest of the garden this year. Probably zucchini, yellow squash, green beans, cantaloupe, maybe some green peppers. Several of our neighbors are starting their own gardens, and we've talked about doing a small co-op. 

Springtime is the best.

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This has nothing to do with nutrition and fitness, but it is a question that I have. Are all two-year-olds as dramatic as mine? When she plays and imagines things, someone or something is always in great peril. Someone has either lost their mother, is falling, or is about to crash.

Or, like these poor souls, are about to plunge to their death from their second-story doll house.

I'm not sure what to make of this. She refers to the brown-haired doll as "Dad," and the blond adult as "Mom," and the blond child as "Kate." So, basically this means she is watching as Mom and Dad dangle from the ledge. I guess I should be glad we live in a single story house.

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