My garden is what has been on mind the last little while.
All the rain for two weeks has been putting off my planting. but seeing as how late it is in the season, I figured I would brave the sinking in when stepping on it, and plant a few rows.
I had a friend of mine come and help me in the evenings to begin, and what a mess that was.
First night wasn't too bad, except for the fact that she sunk, but I was safe. I managed to get in my watermelon, cantaloupe, tomatoes, peppers, onions and pumpkins.
Second night, it was pouring rain outside, but I was determined to plant some more.
So, I called upon my good friend to help again, and after Dallas suited us up with coats and boots and seeds in our pockets, we braved the rain.
I guess I shouldn't have laughed so hard when she fell into the garden the night before in flip-flops, because even though I was in boots, I lost them in the mud and had to run out of the garden in socks.
This was after she had already shovelled my boots out a few times while still on my feet. I honestly don't think I have laughed so hard in awhile as I did that night.
There we are, two women standing in the middle of pouring rain, shovels in hand determined to accomplish something and all we did was laugh so hard we cried at why the heck we were even out there.
There was the odd time that the rain lessened and we had hope that it would quit, but of course it didn't.
Even though I thought it was a good idea to get some seeds in the ground, looking at my mess of a garden the next day proved that I should have had more patience and waited, as all our hard work has been washed away and sits in a pool of water.
Here's hoping for some decent weather so I can give it another shot.
My last tidbit for the day is naturally about Jake.
We had gone to see the horses that were a part of the derby in Glenella on Saturday, and at the gathering after the derby, Jake ran around the clearing pulling his wagon behind him.
When coming across horse poop, what does he do?
Pull the wagon directly through the poop laughing the entire time.
Oh yes, boys will be boys.