Monday already? My how time flies.
My neighbor caught me one day last week as the kids and I walked home from school.
"So, have Spring fever yet?" she asked.
"Nah. I've been so blah. I have no desire to do anything. Not even garden." Coming from me, this is like a chocolate lover saying they no longer want to eat chocolate.
"Really? I have serious Spring fever. Weather's supposed to be great this weekend."
"Whatever, we'll see."
Well, Saturday morning came, and guess what? It was flippin' gorgeous. Gorgeous. I stood on the deck with my coffee and took some deep breaths. Ahh, spring. Flowers and fresh veggies. Spring Fever has just whacked me upside the head.
I go back inside and look around. Baby B is playing on the computer. Baby A...oh right, outside already.
"Son, get dressed. We're going to Lowe's. Oh, and get your father out of bed. He may be otherwise useless to my garden endeavors with his casted hand, but he can push the cart."
I bellowed out the door for Baby A. My little girl came running out from the neighbors yard, best little friend in tow. So pretty, with the same filthy clothes she'd played in the dirt with the day before, still unbrushed hair and some sort of food smudged on her cheek. She had no idea what it was - she'd eaten 3 waffles and a bowl of cereal for breakfast (the child is quite the eater--skinny-scrawny, but she can put away some food), but it didn't match any of those descriptions. During the interrogation I found out she hadn't bothered to brush her teeth yet either. Nice. Mom of the year, right here.
"I don't wanna go."
At this point, Little Friend runs off.
"You're probably going to Lowe's." Have I mentioned Baby A is a genius? I have no clue how she knew.
Little Friend comes running back. "My mom says she'll keep an eye on her."
I peer three houses up, there's Mom in the yard. I wave. Mom waves. She gives thumbs up, I wave again and off runs Baby A and Little Friend. (Nobody panic. Yes, I know these people very well. And, yes, we do this for each other often.)
As we pulled up the street Baby A comes out waving her arms. She was concerned that she might need food while we were gone. I assure her she can go through the open garage if she feels like she's wasting away. Satisfied, she runs back to happily digging up someone else's yard for change.
Lowes was packed! Spring Fever apparently conked a bunch of people on the noggin. I lifted 400 pounds of soil and mulch, as casted hubby stood by directing me where to place it on the cart (you know, because I'm a girl and obviously have no clue how to disperse weight properly), grabbed some blueberry and grape plants and home we went.
We did stop at McD's to grab lunch (even tho it was only 11). Back at home, Baby A had somehow survived the entire 45 minutes without eating, and munched down her food. FIL showed up to till the yard just after they ate, with a dozen Krispy Kreme's. Baby A had 2 right away. I told you, girl can eat.
I now have two weed free and newly mulched flower beds out front. My daffodils and narcissus are getting ready to bloom, tulips close behind. My back garden is tilled and ready for veggies. Yum. Casted hubby even managed to mow the lawn (I'm sure it was terribly difficult on his riding lawn mower).
Oh, remember my thrown-out back from last week? Yeah, I can barely stand today. Oops.
Off to the Farmer's Market tomorrow.
Any other gardeners out there?