• Gardening,  Gratitude

    Sunshiny Day

     It’s not actually a sunshiny morning here in Wisconsin (my part of Wisconsin anyway)-it’s foggy and gross.  The humidity is suffocating.  Thank goodness I don’t have thick, curly hair.  I hear people with thick, curly hair turn into show poodles on days like this.  Days like this actually give me a rare chance to feel grateful for my boring, stick straight locks.  Gratitude.  It’s my new thing. So, in effort to cheer myself (and perhaps, you!) up this fine foggy morning, I thought I’d share a picture I took yesterday of the sunflower I planted near my deck that finally decided to grace us with its presence and bloom already! Isn’t this…

  • Gardening,  summer,  weekend

    A Weekend at Home

    This weekend was one of the first in what seems like an eternity that we didn’t have somewhere to go or something to do.  We just stayed at home and got some things accomplished, despite of the heat wave that has descended upon the Midwest.  Holy hell, is it hot out.  The humidity is practically unbearable.  But I’m not complaining…I’ll take this over the icy, frigid winter that is just around the corner any day.  So, we did old married people with kids kinds of things.  I worked in my garden, clawing up the earth around my vegetable beds to aerate it.  I guess this is something you’re supposed to do?  I don’t know for sure…I’m…

  • Gardening,  gift ideas,  Home and garden,  My Girl

    Coffee Cup Flower Pot

    Update: If you happened to land on this post because you were searching for where to buy a “coffee cup flower pot” I got this one at Menards, but you can find them at most major home/gardening stores.  A quick post to share a few pictures of the new flower pot I got the other day.  I saw these outside of a little cafe in my town and went on a mission to find one for myself.  You can read about my find here. I can not tell you how inexplicably happy this coffee cup flower pot makes me in all it’s quirky polka-dotted glory. Miss A had to get into…

  • Gardening,  My Boy,  Soccer

    The Realization That I’ve Become a Gardening Wannabe Soccer Mom

    It’s so funny how aging works.  In my head I am about 22.  That’s how old I feel.  I see young 20 somethings out and about and think for a brief second-“Ooooh, I love her outfit-I need to find a cute shirt like that.”  And then in the next instant I realize that I’m almost 15 years older than that girl and I’ve given birth twice and my boobs are no longer high and dry and my muffin top would be oh so sadly accentuated in that shirt.  Not to mention I would look like a 35 year old having a mid-life crisis if I went out in that shirt. And where…