Thank you, Facebook, for reminding me that my garden looked like this five years ago today. Or maybe it was one year ago. I can't find the post again. Anyway, today is the day I've designated as the day to get in there and rip out the remnants of the summer garden to get it ready to plant the fall garden.
Running a little behind here.
Speaking of running behind: I didn't get up until 10:15 this morning. And Mr. Moon didn't get up until 9:15.
Exhausted maybe? You think?
I hear that August woke up at 3:00 a.m. and never really went back to sleep.
Ah yes. I remember those nights.
Here's what the benevolent tyrant looks like this morning after a good feed and a spit-up. The child already loves his pacifier. He seems to have an inordinately strong need to suck and although Jessie would love to do nothing in the world but nurse him day in and day out, there are just a few moments when she cannot.
Well, I better put on my big girl shoes and go out and start pulling up stuff and hauling it away. I've drunk all the coffee anyone needs to drink and Mr. Moon is already on his way to town to rip up carpeting in a rental building. He asked me if I wanted to help.
Good one, honey.
He's so funny.
Good morning from Lloyd.