The past two weekends have been a rush of outdoor activities. Last weekend we had our friends over for an annual (since it's our second time) gardening event. We expanded the yard with boxes, pulled out the rusted rose bushes, and got a few seedlings in the ground. With all the new babies and growing kids, it was a rush of activity and LOADS of fun.
Making homemade finger paint for the kids.
The garden "To Do" list. Still lots to do.
Next year, we may need an adult size wheelbarrow.
Before, or in the process of.
After, and still more to come.
The beets that got pulled out to make room for the beds. Not fully grown, so slightly on the bitter side. Golden Beets and Chioggia.
This past weekend, we went camping with some friends for two nights. Our departure times was quite a few hours later than planned which left us with cranky kids while packing, cranky parents trying to pack, a tired family heading on the road at 4 pm on a Friday, and getting to the campsite just before sunset, only to have to unpack and get kids fed ASAP before the freezing weather set in.
This had to be one of the more memorable and miserable trips we've had in the recent years. Memorable since the kids had so much fun, on their bikes, hiking, and playing in "the wild". The set up their own fort/camp just behind our campsite in the bushes under some old oaks. They ran around getting ready to build campfires and have their own adventures. It was about 10 minutes after they left their "wild" that we heard the cracking of a branch and about 30 seconds later a HUGE limb of an old oak came crashing down 10 feet from where the kids had been. Well, what can I say.
Hiding in the "wild"
See that giant limb on the ground to the left, that's what fell. See the sprigs of a bush on the right, that's from the picture above where they were hiding under.
California lilac bush that blooms this time of year. Just gorgeous!
The misery came at night. The cold was tolerable wearing 3 layers of clothes and 2 jackets, a hat, gloves, and 2 pairs of socks including Himalayan yak wool ones from India. But no, this is not what was truly miserable. It was my 1 year old who decided she wanted to nurse about every hour and screamed so loud the entire campground could hear her. Since we only took our sleeping bags and lots o blankets for under, inside, and 1 for baby and me to go over, she was nice and toasty. I on the other hand, had only my feet tucked into the sleeping bag and the rest hanging out. Getting the top half of my clothes partially off to nurse her every hour and then have to get it all back on and tucked in to keep warm all took approximately an hour, so as you can do the math, I would just about fall asleep when she was about ready to be at it again. 2 nights of this and I was about to go insane. The day time, on the other hand, made up for it all, and I suppose I'm ready to do it all over again in a few months, like in April, oh wait, that's next month.
A mix of greens from our garden and homemade anchovy dressing, my new addiction.
