If I'm lucky, I'll have tomatoes like this someday. That's a big IF.
I apologize if this post title is misleading. This isn’t an article with great advice on how to grow award-winning tomatoes, or succulent strawberries. Rather, this is a plea for help.
You see, I do not have one iota of green in my thumbs. In fact, I’ve been known to inadvertently kill nearly every plant I come into contact with. (I have one houseplant I’ve kept alive for four years, but that is an extreme exception to the rule.) This year, I desperately want a garden, but I fear that my time and money will be wasted when all the plants either whither and die, or don’t come up in the first place.
I’m fortunate enough that my parents have let me borrow their already-tilled, fenced and fertilized garden to plant beans, strawberries, broccoli, spinach, carrots, and so on. Not only do I want my family to enjoy fresh fruits and veggies that I grew with my own hands, but we also need to supplement our monthly food budget with fresh produce.
I know the basics, like watering and weeding, but there seem to be so many other tricks of the trade that I’m unfamiliar with or incompetent to perform. But, I guess I’ll never know if I don’t try. I suppose it’s like so many other things, and I’ll just have to learn as I go, er, grow.
We’re off to make new friends,
but we’ll always keep the old.
You’re no longer silver,
now you all are gold.
My last day at the Girl Scouts and the girls’ last day at daycare was bittersweet. We’re grateful to have made such great memories, and although we’re sad at what we’re leaving behind, we’re ready for the next adventure.
Daycare Buddies! Left to Right: Anna, Micah, Erica and Ian.
Everyone in the office was wearing cat ears when I came in today. I felt so special! Left to right: Me, Erin, Dianne, Traci and Muriel
I’ve committed to writing a post every day, which means I’ll need a little inspiration from time to time. My friend Dianne and I were just discussing the need for creative stimulus the other day, and she mentioned that she’d found a great way to get her juices flowing by receiving daily short phrases or words from instagr.am (an iPhone photo app). Below are a few of my favorites from her collection. (And for the record, this girl oozes creativity, so she doesn’t need much help. And yes, that’s actually her closet. I’m really only her friend so she’ll let me rummage through it someday.)
So, I’m looking for a little inspiration from you. Throw out some words, phrases or thoughts, and we’ll see what I can come up with. If only I could write as beautifully as Dianne takes photos (and dresses and designs and creates small human beings)…
See more of Dianne’s awesomeness here: http://statigr.am/moonbend and here http://studio-d3.com/.
12. inside my closet. #febphotoaday
7. something I wore. fair isle knee socks, turquoise necklace, & bamboo peacock studs. #marchphotoaday
15. car. #marchphotoaday
Someone asked me recently if I consider myself a “mommy blogger.” Hmm…I’m a mom. And I blog. So, technically, I suppose I am. But I’m also a lot of other things. I’m a wife, a sister, an aunt and a so-so friend (my poor pals have been pretty neglected these past few years). It’s not that I’m boring. I just don’t have time to be interesting.
As it turns out, not everyone is a fan of mommy bloggers. “All they do is talk about their kids’ bodily functions and tantrums and lack of sleep and blah, blah, blah…” I have to admit I was a bit intimidated to even start a blog for fear that “those” people wouldn’t think I was funny or clever.
But you know what? I really don’t care anymore. Writing is my outlet, my indulgence, my escape. And I’ve decided that it’s ok to embrace right where I am, and write where I am. I’ve included my first-ever blog post below, to remind myself why I started this in the first place. (And big props to Judy Dunn who helped my better understand my misgivings about blogging: What’s Under Your Bed?: 10 Monster Blogging Fears Worth Chasing Down.)
Oops, gotta go. Daughter just peed on the floor. Turns out mommy blogs do revolve around bodily functions.
I went through orientation for my new job today. Apparently, this place still allows hazing.