Two things I set as goals for myself this summer: First, to open an Etsy shop. It's open and I'm untangling the knots of shipping - UGH! But it's open! Yea!
Second, to open our gardens for "sale" or "swap". This garden season has been unequalled as far as plenty of rain - I've never seen the grass as green as it is in any other August! The ground is usually rock hard by this time of year, but it's still wonderful out there. Perfect for digging plants to share even this late in the season! Mid-July, my sign, below, was ready with a page box on the side listing plants and prices. Last stop - check the internet for what others who sell out of their gardens might have to give as advice. Ooops!
In more than one place, I found direction to make sure that our homeowner's insurance covered this venture. I got the uh-oh feeling right then. And I was right. Our insurance company wants more money than I would ever make to keep our coverage while making any sort of plant transactions on our property.
The sign is in the basement - it is a GREAT sign, though, so I thought I'd post it so that somebody could see it! The blue letter pattern is photoshopped into the letters from a picture of one of our own Nikko blue hydrangeas - thanks to My Amazing Husband!
Maybe we'll find a loophole over the winter and I can try again next spring. I was really looking forward to the "swap" part.
Lake Cumberland was wonderfully relaxing! Our rental pontoon was all we needed for a day of fun on the water.
The fishing was fine...
My husband found this beetle crawling across our basement floor.
Yes. It. Was.
That's My Youngest's hand there to help demonstrate size - it's HUGE. What the heck is that?!?!?
Our basement is what we lovingly refer to as "the dungeon" and houses the washer/dryer and the dry goods shelves. Once I was sure I found what I believed to be snake poo in our basement, and I refused to go down there for a few months. Not even to do the laundry...
I don't ever find the creatures that my husband does down there. Giant spiders, unidentifiable centipede thing-y insects, and now - this enormous beetle. Maybe I never spot them because I'm deliberately squinting so I can't see as clearly as I might. Maybe the Good Lord is keeping my husband from enduring another basement strike on my part. But I think I'd have been able to hear this one crawling or, ugh, flying nearby.
The obvious next question: Is it a mama?
What a cute little kid! It's My First Son on the front porch at our house. Judging from the mums, it's fall and he's probably going to turn 4 very soon. My Oldest is not a big smiler. He's more of a grinner, if you know what I mean - teeth are not usually included in his photos. But he does look especially happy in this - it's one of the family favorites.
When my boys were little, I felt a little bit intimidated by big, teenage, almost-men whenever confronted by them. Now I know that I was just fearful of the unfamiliar, as would be natural when encountering a previously unseen species of cat, or dog ... or ape ... It's new! It's different! What does it want?
What's it going to DO???
How silly of me! Those were just some other mom's little boys, helplessly grown much taller than expected. So now, when I meet nearly-grown males in the grocery, at church, at the movies, I peer into their faces and try to discern what they looked like when they were little, tiny hand-holders. It's a fun game that also tends to freak them out just a little, and I find that greatly entertaining.
Try it with this recent photo of My Oldest - do you see the little boy in this big young man?
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