If you can’t hear me it’s because of the TREMENDOUS WIND that is ATTACKING OUR CITY. I’m supposed to go workout with a friend in a few minutes, so if I don’t return, please tell my husband where I went and that I took Toto with me.
{Toto is not the name of my friend.}
{That would just be cruel, Joyce.}
{Joyce is her mom.}
{Lovely woman, great recipes.}
I’ve been on radio silence because of a little personal passion project I’m working on for Christmas in the form of an advent devotional to match a set of advent ornaments we have. I’ve been all elitist and baaah-humbug about the devotional that came with them for the last couple of years, so I’m putting the hustle on getting this done before Christmas this year. But every. spare. second. and also a couple of Paw Patrols have been dedicated to trying to get this thing done. I’m hopeful to wrap this puppy up today, but we’ll see how that goes.
{Puppy…get it…Paw Patrol…nevermind…}
Here’s what’s happening around here:
Someone is either practicing mothering or practicing some disturbing new form of sorcery.
We’ll give it a few years before we make the call.
And, yes, I think you need a close-up to understand the full level of disturbing.
Aaaaah, creepy.
Over the weekend we took some Growing a Greener World advice and prepared the beds for the winter. This entailed a sweet friend’s donated bags of leaves since we live in -gasp- a clear cut neighborhood. She assures me she will not miss the four bags she donated as she will be raking 404 before the end of the season. Just go and shove your soil fertility right up in my face. It’s cool.
Of course the bitties requested a leaf dive before we mowed and distributed the nutrients.
They had a blast and the dog was only mildly distressed.
Lastly, I’m determined to save my mum from this year. Mostly because it cost $26. I’m not bitter, really, but did you see that number? Sounds like a good time to figure out how to save them…you know…because in case you didn’t hear it cost $26.
TWENTY-SIXITY-DOLARES.
So as soon as this advent thing hurries on along I will get to some Googling about how to preserve a mum. That is if I don’t get struck down by lightning for writing that last sentence.
But today I’d probably just get carried away by wind.
Which is fine so long as it doesn’t take away my freshly scattered leaves.
