Michael Pollan is one of my favorite writers.  I just came across (courtesy Central City Co-Op) an article he wrote for the NYT about vegetable gardening. 
More on our own gardening adventure later.

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C&D discovered the sand beneath our weed barrier in the patio.  It was good for lots of digging and truck play.

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David complained that his hair was falling in his eyes.  I don’t like that, either, so I figured it was time for a trim all around.

(View of the bird’s nest from the top.)

He wriggled quite […]

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Fiona graduated from UH this weekend.  In fact, she didn’t just graduate, she graduated summa cum laude.  I think.  In any case, she done good, real good.  She hosted a party at her new house.

C&D came home remembering all their ASL signs.  We’ll have to visit with Fiona again.
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David making a picture to mail […]

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It’s good that a  picture says a thousand words, because this post is mainly pictures.  You can fill in the rest.
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My postponed birthday last Friday, post-cupcakes from Sugar Baby’s.  You can see the evidence on David’s chin.

Saturday, May 4th, the Faerie Festival at Lucia’s Garden.  We didn’t want to go home.
 

At home, we finally […]

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Still feels like the world is a little over-stimulating sometimes. An exciting day and my heart pounds; when I’m a little too tired the soft white water sounds from my stereo to cover the noise of traffic on the street sounds like Niagara Falls, and I grope in the bed for my ear plugs. […]

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I’m sick and tired.  Really.  I have a cold and I can tell it’s going to get ugly.  It’s strange; we weren’t sick much at all until the bleed, and now this is, what, my third cold this year?  For a while I hadn’t any at all.  What’s different, and how do I fix whatever […]

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We all woke up too early, and smiles came only reluctantly. By mid-morning C&D complained and whined upstairs while I worried about an odor that burned the insides of my nostrils as I rushed back and forth through the hallway. I held my nose over the diaper pail, the bathroom rug, the shoe […]

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