New Developments

The gap in posting is a direct result of cramming in last minute training for a half marathon, completing the half marathon, and then absurd amounts of laziness that have consisted of excessive couch lounging and over justified gluttony. Good. Grief. In spite of my laziness, though, the husband has been keeping especially busy (which is impressive with his knee surgery he had a few weeks ago). He built this:

The chickens are extremely pleased with this living arrangement. Of course, their time spent inside of it is limited, as the first thing we do in the morning is go outside and let them out, and they don't return until just before dark. Our lawn is loving the chicken poop fertilizer. Our neighbors are less than thrilled with the chicken poop on their kids' feet when they come over to play, however. I'll be sure to make it up to them with a spare chicken egg or two come this fall. Our cilantro is also very pleased, because the husband built a little fence around it after its placement resulted in many-a-trampling by our gate.

I am so excited for the absurd batches of cilantro lime rice I'll be making with this. The broccoli and carrots are also taking off.

And the husband also appeased my fruit obsession by planting three raspberry bushes. When we were at the nursery, we were voicing concerns about our soil (which is really 99.9% clay), and as I was saying, "I'm worried about the plants..." preparing to say "suffocating," the guy at the nursery finished my statement with, "Going crazy? Yeah, they can do that." Not a concern for me-- if our entire front yard become a raspberry patch, I would be extremely pleased.

The best part of all of this has been watching The Sir get so excited about helping Daddy plant. They recently planted some corn, and The Sir put each kernel into the ground. My OCD child who just requested a wipe after he ate an orange so he could wipe his hands, who also freaks out when a drop of juice falls on his shirt (and screams "OFF! OFF!" until I change his shirt) has no qualms about digging in the dirt, feeding the chickens, and checking on his "pants." Even if we don't end up with a single vegetable after all this, his excitement about all of this would make it totally worth it. Though... with all the work we're putting into it, a vegetable or two would be nice. Speaking of the chickens-- they now think they own the place. I can no longer keep my door open because they think they can come into the house. With two dogs, a cat, a toddler, and our love of the outdoors, I have enough trouble as it is keeping up with the sweeping. I don't need chicken poop on the floor to worry about too.

And now that Froggy is awake, this lazy bum needs to get out on a run. Sigh. The couch was just so good to me.