I. Love. Weeding.

I am well on my way to becoming a gardening bore. Jennifer seems to lend a romance to the activity of planting and blossoming and harvesting, which I don't think I can do. Instead I could easily start blogging about how many carrot shoots are up, and the merits of different supports for string beans. I mean, I have already done a post about snails. Somebody stop me. But, briefly....I have discovered weeding. What a great, therapeutic, relaxing thing to do. Sit on the grass, or kneel in the dirt and just pull out the bad little plants, or root out a great nasty dandelion. Stop now, enough words.

So instead, I could tell you about the lovely Saturday we had, without any fighting, lots of sun, playing, eating lunch outdoors, going to a local summer fair and playing lots of games to win lots of sweeties and prizes. Then, Ailsa had a birthday party to go to down at "the amusements" at the beach, right over suppertime, so I took the other 3 to Pizza Hut (John was working), and we just had such a fun time together. Laura was pulling goofy faces with her spoon in her mouth to make her sisters laugh, Heather loved not having any competition for conversation or filling in the crosswords and puzzles in the kids' menu and at one point Claire threw both hands up in the air and said, "jzeshtalunn, jzeshtalunn, jzeshtalunn!" ( jzeshtalunn = restaurant)