- a pinch collar for the puppy. (she does really well on walks, but every once in a while will pull quite hard, so I want to train her to stop doing that, it hurts)
- a training lead, gives longer line for teaching the pup to come when called
- a tie-out, for when we are in the front yard, so the pup can be with us, too
- 3 birds of paradise, 5 asiatic lilies and some poppy seeds, some gloves, a kid's wheelbarrow, a dirt hauler, some gloves, a shovel.
- a mission-style, glider bench for outdoors
- a bbq grill, with and for JNerd.
- two really good walks with the dog...training, she did well with the collar
- a beauteous yard. No! Really, I did. I know, I have a brown thumb, but I am trying. Getting better!
- a calming space with the assembly of the gliding rocker bench.
- dinner. Or rather, I soaked the corn and dressed the sausages once JNerd finished grilling them.
- three very-satisfied and relaxed children, courtesy of said bench. JBean was almost rocked to sleep on it. JBug used it to calm herself, and JBear sat outside tonight and read for a while.
I don't especially like the manual labor of gardening, but I surely like the results. And just looking at the yard now lowers my blood pressure. I didn't grow up with parents who had a green thumb. My mother worked full time and really didn't have the time to garden. Our yard was a horse pasture with...well, horses. In the summertime, the mustard plants would grow waist-high and my brother and I were charged with pulling the weeds that absolutely took over. It was back-breaking work, and I hated it. So, gardening left a sour taste in my mouth. Add to that, the fact that I was known for killing succulents, and I wasn't impressed with my gardening ability. It would appear, though, that I am getting better. Maybe.
T, who had a very productive weekend