The animals are going rogue.
First: the basil. Allow me to explain.
I had no plans of planting it today. But a couple of days ago, it started looking peaked. {Who knew that’s how you spell that word. I thought it was pekid. Or peekid. Ok, maybe not that last one now that I see it typed out…}
It just looked hungry. So I gave it a little bit of fertilizer. WELL. The dog turned ravenous. She started pawing around in all the seedlings still taking up nighttime residence on the floor of our den. I mean, we didn’t read any labels or anything, but we figured that the fertilizer was not the best choice for the dog…so the basil had to be planted. And it’s maybe a tiny bit early, but I hope it’s going to fly.
You look at me as if I’m guilty.
So the basil’s in.
But wait. There’s more.
Yep. I told David it was probably a snake or a raccoon or a…
“TODDLER,” He interrupted.
Lookout, Charles Darwin, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
I must end on a happy…look what’s about to be covered in these:
I can’t wait.
