The Sausage King of Chicago (banshee) wrote,
The Sausage King of Chicago

It's 8:28 and I'm already tucked into bed with a McSorley's Irish Pale Ale. It's a banner evening!

Although I'm still recovering from the family illness (Owen still has a cough and an ear infection, L is snotty), I couldn't take it any more and went outside to tackle the yard a bit. I tore holes in two pairs of garden gloves while tearing out dead perennials and weeds from all the backyard beds, but made some headway. We need to buy mulch and seed the yard this year, and things might actually look pretty decent for once. My goal is to do as much as possible before bee season hits, so all I'll have to do is weed a little in the evenings before sundown this summer.

I'm starting to think about what will go in the raised beds and deck pots as far as vegetables go. I weeded the raised 4x8 bed, but uncovered a bunny nest (probably from last year). I don't want to do anything else until I know for sure there are no bebe bunnehs to disturb. I know mama bunny lives under the deck; she wanders out for a nibble in the evenings and Larkin and I watch out the window and ooh and ahh. Munnies!

Maybe the Bee will take an interest in growing things with me. Owen hates food and M has zero interest in matters of the garden, but maybe she'll be happy to dig in the dirt with me. She always asks me to smell flowers, having me hold them close so she can take a breath and sigh, 'Mmmn!' She's a sweet Bee.
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"Owen hates food."

That makes me laugh. It's such a good description of Iggy as well. Iggy hates food.
At least they're not alone! Seriously, though, even the things he 'likes' he doesn't really care for. The best I can hope for is a grudgingly half-finished pb&j or a couple of lackluster bites of chicken nuggets. Everything else he just shrieks in fear of. There is no pleasure associated with food in his mind. I have tried to get him involved in the meal planning, shopping, cooking, but he just doesn't care. He truly just hates the fact that he has to eat. It's sad! I love food. Everyone should love food.

I hope Iggy's not as extreme. Food is good.
Munnies! Holy crap, that's cute. We really need to actually do something to our planting beds this year. The first year we moved into our house, it was too late in the season to plant new stuff. The second year I was pregnant and leaning over to pull weeds and plant things made me want to barf. The third year I had a new baby. This year - no excuses.
Sounds like she's one or two steps away from gathering pollen herself :) .