|Is this really the last thing I've worked on?|
- Thinking more about gardening, and talking to my grandmother, I think I might try planting "by the moon". She was telling me that my great grandmother would plant by the moons, and also in correlation with the Easter holidays (Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Easter Sunday) and always had wonderful, plentiful gardens. Now, I was going to wait until after Easter (or at the very least, that weekend) so this idea works perfectly. By using the moon method I should be planting by the 17th which also happens to be Palm Sunday. So we'll add this to the list of "Meg's Crackpot Ideas" and see what happens. I cheated and put my crazy-go-nuts green beans in the ground already because their roots were escaping from the peat pots. My tomatoes aren't ready though since I got started super late so we'll have to wait on those.
|Before the ravaging.|
- I want a chicken something awful. Well, a couple of chickens actually. Something about walking out to my back yard to get eggs sounds wonderful. Not to mention the animal camaraderie. Unfortunately, Ben is still opposed. The poor man spent too long cleaning stinky chicken coops. Which I completely understand. Maybe I should just get a stone chicken and put some eggs under it?
- This post that I found totally sums up the way I feel about the way I want to live. I especially love this quote: "The average American housewife for most of the 20th century didn’t work for wages. She labored for love of family." I find it incredibly sad that the way things used to be are so "old", "outdated" and looked down upon. We should all know how to grow, cook and can food, and be pretty good at repairing things - be it clothing or machinery. It also drives me up the wall that some people act like they can't live without internet or their stupid cell phones.
- Duder has been showing a serious interest in potty training. I'm trying not to get my hopes up it happening too soon, but I am STOKED about this. He runs and grabs my hand, takes me to the toilet, and lifts up his shirt while grunting and pulling at his pants and diaper. Almost frantic about it. He still doesn't know what to do with the toilet, but he understands what to do when you're next to it. And he gets very proud of himself by just sitting on it.
Hey, tomorrow's Friday!
Have a wonderful weekend,