All we need is a little fresh air
Last weekend, we spent much of our time outside. It was beautiful with only occasional bursts or rain, the weather was warm and the bugs are not yet ever present. We moved from one part of our neighborhood to the next, doing anything that looked like fun. We had a lot of work to do and a lot of open projects, but it wasn't so bad to do all the work when we were able to throw a lot of play into the mix.
On Friday morning, Sophie loaded her bike basket with Lily of the Valley and we delivered them to her Great-Grandpa Buzz.
Later that day, we cleaned and spray painted some pots we found in the garage. After they dried, we filled them with mulch and dirt, then planted the seedlings we'd started earlier in the spring. Some of the flowers have visible greens already, the carrots showing their tops, the rest just tiny leaves with short roots. I'm not yet sure what will take, guess we'll have to wait and see what thrives in our potted garden.
As we were in the backyard, I could see a faint glimmer of red/orange on the park horizon. The only flowers in that color that were growing in our part of the park were the Wild Columbine, but we only had a few here and there. We decided to go out and investigate.
It was the Wild Columbine, but more than I'd ever seen in one place - it was beautiful.
The abundance of these flowers are new to the park this year. It's the second (maybe third?) full Spring since they cut down all the non Oak trees and planted the field with prairie grasses and wildflowers. It must have taken that long for the flowers to make themselves comfortable.
Two summers ago, we discovered that some kids had built a treehouse in a wonderfully shaped tree in the park. It was kind of old and rickety, but looked like great fun. I promised Martin that when he was older I'd let him try it out. Last summer, I still felt he was too small, promising again that his time would come. Last week, we discovered that it has been dismantled, only the very high boards remain. He was so disappointed, staring up into the branches. I'm not sure if the look on his face said that he wished he could have climbed there, or if he was making plans to rebuild its glory.
On Friday morning, Sophie loaded her bike basket with Lily of the Valley and we delivered them to her Great-Grandpa Buzz.
Later that day, we cleaned and spray painted some pots we found in the garage. After they dried, we filled them with mulch and dirt, then planted the seedlings we'd started earlier in the spring. Some of the flowers have visible greens already, the carrots showing their tops, the rest just tiny leaves with short roots. I'm not yet sure what will take, guess we'll have to wait and see what thrives in our potted garden.
As we were in the backyard, I could see a faint glimmer of red/orange on the park horizon. The only flowers in that color that were growing in our part of the park were the Wild Columbine, but we only had a few here and there. We decided to go out and investigate.
It was the Wild Columbine, but more than I'd ever seen in one place - it was beautiful.
The abundance of these flowers are new to the park this year. It's the second (maybe third?) full Spring since they cut down all the non Oak trees and planted the field with prairie grasses and wildflowers. It must have taken that long for the flowers to make themselves comfortable.
Two summers ago, we discovered that some kids had built a treehouse in a wonderfully shaped tree in the park. It was kind of old and rickety, but looked like great fun. I promised Martin that when he was older I'd let him try it out. Last summer, I still felt he was too small, promising again that his time would come. Last week, we discovered that it has been dismantled, only the very high boards remain. He was so disappointed, staring up into the branches. I'm not sure if the look on his face said that he wished he could have climbed there, or if he was making plans to rebuild its glory.
A perfect summer day with the kids. I felt so sad for Martin about the tree house, maybe Marty have have to make him one!
The wild flowers are beautiful and so are your colorful pots!
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