ain’t no fool

It was early(ish.) Deadheading the cosmos was the task at hand. I came THIIIIIIIS close to snipping off this dead top, before seeing my bee friend was still snoozing. So I moved on. Appreciative for the all the heavy lifting my little friend has done in our garden this year.

T(w)eenagers of the house. Pawtners in crime.

Therapy. And also progress.

Seed starts. Round two. Because round one was hit hard by the ice we had a few weeks ago. (Even though they were covered and I thought they’d be protected enough.) And so we begin again. And maybe, just maybe, start dreaming of a greenhouse, somewhere down the line.

Noon. Monday. When you’ve spent the entire morning “you got this”-ing yourself, but finally accept that you definitely don’t “got this”. Same, Ginger. Same. It’s called self awareness, and we hear it’s all the rage.