Garden is going well, thank you, although we had our first deer visit two nights ago. Falling victim were the top of Calla's sunflower and her yellow pansies. Joe is probably thankful for their sacrifice, because it appears the rest of our garden was spared. For now. I see some fencing in our future. We are over-run by spinach, lettuce and arugula and I'm finding ways to sneak spinach into as many dishes as I can manage. We've had fresh green salads for nearly every meal for four weeks, and it's at the point now where I'm the only one eating any. I chastised Joe at dinner last night for eating a restaurant salad for lunch and then passing on salad at dinner.
Corrie is a handful. I used to call her a "menace" (which was originally Joe's description) but I'm not allowed to anymore in case it is spirit-damaging. Personally, I think she has more than enough spirit to stand up to me, but I'll concede the point. She is a handful. And a climber. She's adding more words daily, although she still prefers non verbal communication. Her favorite right now is finger-wagging, usually accompanied by me saying the following phrases: "Corrie, don't hit Calla!" or "Corrie, don't drink the dog water!" or "Corrie, stop eating paint!" She just grins and wags her finger...no, no, no. And then does it again.
Or just climbs on the dining room table and eats the butter.
Calla can't wait for the weather to get warmer and warmer. She is into a dress phase and so all her sundresses have been getting a good wearing, even though it's not quite warm enough. She has a little part of our garden that's all her own (see the deer carnage update, above) and even raised enough mustard greens for a couple messes. Even more incredible, she actually ate some and maybe even liked them, when doused with enough apple cider vinegar. And her latest news is that Joe just put up a swing. She told me last night that she planned to wake up early to go swing on it. When I reminded her that she couldn't quite manage the swinging on her own yet, she said no problem - she'd just wake up mom and dad early to go swing with her. That idea was squashed fairly quickly.
Happy swinging. Until she had to come in for dinner.
Other than that, we're doing well, enjoying the break in the rainy weather, thankful that our sump pump still works and we have a dry basement. Joe's unofficial rain tracking in the garden shows over 16 inches in about two weeks, and that might be a conservative estimate. Rural King is all out of women's rain boots - that's how rainy it's been.
Hoping your spring showers are now bringing May flowers...
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