Then you may find this article justifies every reason for you to fear Friday the 13th.
But if today is just another Friday and you are looking forward to the weekend, then consider yourself just a little more educated on another phobia that some poor souls have to deal with.
Either way, I wish you a happy Friday and have a great weekend!
A mere 10 days after planting, we have life in the greenhouse.
I present to you: Basil. Look closely, it’s there. 2 tiny little spouts have poked through the dirt.
Here, let me get a little closer. See?
Well, you’d be able to see better if my camera would focus on the green plant instead of having a mind of it’s own and thinking that the white fertilizer crap is more exciting to look at.
OK, let’s try the cucumbers and see if that’s any better.
Grrrr! Trust me, that is a cucumber plant.
You know, it’s pretty bad when I have to add arrows just to prove my point.
I even have a teeny tiny dill plant that started, but it was pointless taking a picture of it. All you would have seen is dirt according to my picture taking skills.
Let’s try something larger, shall we?
Let’s give a big applause to the strawberry plant, shall we! These babies made it through the last 2 nights unscathed by the cold and I’m hoping that I’ll be munching on their deliciousness in a couple months.
If the squirrels don’t beat me to them.
I walked out of the house on Saturday to discover this:
I assumed there had to be something pretty interesting to risk getting her white sweater dirty.
A cool bug perhaps? A leaf in the shape of Elvis?
Nope, just a tiny spiderweb strand coming off a Vinca bud.
Apparently my gardens are a haven for spiders to weave their silky strands.
Geez, I hope I didn’t have any on me!
Nope, just a giant orb.
Phew! I was worried for a minute there.
For 5 hours this past weekend, I had the whole fam damily at the house. And in honor of this special occasion, someone* had the bright idea to assemble everyone for a family picture.
In a way it’s kinda like herding cats. They are spread out all over the homestead and trying to corral them is a great test of patience.
The little ones are all excited until they find out they have to a) stand still; b) smile; c) act like human beings. Then you add to the mix the parents of the young ones who drag themselves over to the “staging area” like it is a death march and hope you can elicit a sincere smile out of them in the next 5 minutes.
The biggest troublemaker of them all is Rick. He loves to stand behind me when I’m taking pictures and make funny faces so that the grandkids will get all giggly and silly.
After an eternity of 10 minutes, I prayed that there was a decent photo that didn’t look like a mixture of The Simpsons & The Bundys.
I’m actually pleased with the result. Think they’ll be game to doing this every Easter?
Yeah, I didn’t think so either.
* This may or may not have been me.
The balmy weather that we had a month ago in the Northwoods has transitioned back into more seasonal temperatures (sans the snow… thank goodness!). But while it was still sunny and in the 60s, I was finally able to get the seeds started for my garden.
I was so happy when I got these little envelopes! If my green thumb prevails, we will save some money this year not having to buy transplants.
We also pinched some pennies by reusing Calie’s cat food tins. The real fun part was getting to use the drill press to poke drain holes in the bottoms.
And they are all nestled safely in the new greenhouse. But since the nights are still on the chilly side hovering around the freezing mark, we put a space heater inside to keep the poor darlings from getting too cold.
It’s only been a week since the planting, so no sign of life yet, buy I’m keeping my fingers crossed that by this time next week I’ll see something green sprouting out of the dirt.
I just hope it isn’t moss.