Almost gone...

the summer. That was very fast, especially when school now starts back in August. Not even half the things that I wanted for them to do have been accomplished. Ophelia and Gavin are with Glen and attended Camp Toccoa this past week. Their first camp. I haven't spoken with them yet, been out of town (next post) and Viva has spent one more week with Grandma and Grandpa, but i've missed them terribly and can't wait to see them. Hopefully we can squeeze some more fun into this short summer. I'm also counting on some pictures from everyone's week. O and G went armed with three cameras and instructions that they must be in at least 15 pictures of each roll of film. I don't want pictures of other kids or of walls. I'm excited to see what they come back with!

All butchered

I’ve never really been a nurturing kind of person. My kids are pretty lucky they’ve made it this far. Lately I’ve had the urge for living things around my house. I’ve gotten my first houseplants (other than that poison sumac plant when I was 8) and two fish. This is pretty major for me since I hate tending things and get pissed off all these years when they all die. So far I’m doing pretty well until I visited my front yard today. Because of my hatred on spending money on stuff I feel I can get for free I have several transplants in my yard. From one source this year I was so happy to score bamboo, some gorgeous ferns that I can not even identify (stands tall and grows out in huge arcs), toad lilies and some lizards tail. Well, today my husband who is apparently completely blind decides he was to ‘help’ with the yard. I see the weeds that pass for grass cut and I am happy. I go on my daily walk to check out my plants that I have tended for the past 4 months and find that he has cut down my toad lilies so close I can’t even pick out their bases. Then after bitching about those I run in the house to save the dinner I had been working on since last nite. I go back out to dump trash and decide that going to look at everything else will cheer me up and I walk up the hill to find the dead bodies of my ferns scattered everywhere and only two lizards tail still standing and torn up pieces thrown nearby. . . I know they are only just plants but I’m pissed. He shrugs and says they will come back but I am still pissed. The ferns will not be back this year, I just had the first baby come up two weeks ago. Even if they come back they will not get as big before its over. And the toad lilies will not bloom. 4 of my blackberries died. Ugh! He also went machete happy and cut down several limbs and small trees, just leaving their carcasses where they land. This is not the help I was wanting!