For the third year, we carried on what seems to have become a tradition: a strawberry picking excursion. Boy 1 excitedly talked about it all the way there and continued to chatter as he ran around filling the bucket. Boy 2, on the other hand, recognized one of his favorite fruits immediately and abandoned all speech in order to use his mouth for another purpose. Sheer gluttony knows no age limits.
Even when we aren't out on field trips, these brothers are busy all the time with one thing or another (or, more likely, three or four activities at once). Among the latest favorites: playing outside, coloring, and singing with the "pi-NAN-no."
The early timing paid off for some of the plants at least. That photo's an early one; the tomato and pepper plants are absolutely monstrous now, nearly at the top of the fence, and heavy with fruit, too. Now we just cross our fingers they make it to ripe before the birds and beetles take care of them. Even if they beat me to it, though, I'll be pretty satisfied. The past three years, the weather has been brutal and left my garden in dismal condition. Looks like this year, it has better than a fighting chance.
The flower beds were going strong this year, too. Wildflowers, honeybee and butterfly mixes, roses, and formal beds all have their place and time in this yard. Color alone is reason enough to love spring.
We celebrated Mother's Day and Father's Day each simply, with a cake and a photo opp--not easy to do with this squirmy bunch.
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