Thursday, August 6, 2009

Illegal Immigrants and Other Farm Excitement

Remember all of those volunteer sunflowers that I couldn't bear to pull up? This is one of them. It's right out my back door, standing in the flower bed with the hydrangeas and the delphinium.

I wonder how they feel about these big guys?

I wonder if they think it isn't fair?

I'll bet the garden phlox does, seeing as how they sacrificed their very lives in the inescapable shade created by these giants.

In all fairness, I was pretty selective. I pulled up 90% of the starts. (Note to self: move sunflower-seed bird feeder to new location.) But I just couldn't bear to pull them all out. Why on earth would I ruthlessly do away with free flowers?

In other garden-related news, we managed to grow some carrots! It seems especially miraculous, given the teeny, tiny size of the seeds.

Oh, the kids helped me paint the fence, too. They really did help. They were covered in white paint for two days straight, as proof.

And do you see that big, ugly, black trash can? Well, that's our homemade composter! It's only about a quarter full and it reeks to high heaven. It's disgusting and we have to stir it around with a pitch fork every couple of days. I LOVE it. I feel so purposeful when I toss our vegetation scraps into the little bucket under the sink, rather than into the trash can. I am gearing up for my best flowers ever next Spring, thanks to this puppy.

Just look at my farmhands!

It's very typical to find one or both of them sans pants, after the hour of 4 p.m. I'm not sure what it is about that time of the day, but it seems that they both have just had enough of the pants by then. (And yes, those are boys plastic pants on the Rubester. That is correct, she is not potty-trained yet. If I was being completely honest, I would say that she doesn't even seem to be close. But, I'm not in the super honest mood right now, so, "Yes! She's pretty much totally trained! She did it all herself! I didn't even try!")

Thanks for asking.