Dustbowl

I have a serious case of yard-envy.

It seems we are the only family in our new, rural subdivision who did not finance their landscaping into their mortgage.

Ours remains a lifeless dustbowl, but we are steadily earning sweat equity by doing the bulk of the design and labor ourselves.

Besides, our plans for our property are a tad unconventional. I’m excited to watch them come to fruition. (With my feet up, mason jar of lemonade in hand, as husband toils…)

In the meantime, I’m learning to embrace the terra firma.

My modest veggie container-garden will suffice until Handsome Husband builds us some raised beds.

Other recent shenanigans include the hanging of Uncle Buck. While I quite dig this addition to the living room, I concede that the mounting of severed heads on the wall is a peculiar custom.

The kids enjoyed some May Day mischief, in honor of my late great-grandmother, whose birthday was also May first and who taught me this fun tradition.

The girls also have a new hobby: Having joined a local 4H group, they are learning to ride and care for horses. (Since I know precisely zero on the subject.)

Have you tried your hand at this fun new app, courtesy of Microsoft?

I suppose it’s really only fun when it does this. Ha! Accurate? Not so much. The kids had fun seeing how their different expressions affected the outcome each time.