There's a satellite dish buried in our backyard. The former house owners put it there to be fish pond until it became a giant mosquito breeding ground and then they used it as a fire pit and then they buried it with a bunch of trash. They were super classy. Steve's been unearthing it, which has left a giant hole in the yard for The Bairn to spend his mornings exploring.
Ellen loves to dress herself. She has a preference for hats, boots, ruffles and anything 'fancy.'
The garden is mostly all planted. We didn't label our seedlings very well, so we're not really sure what we're growing. Lots of tomatoes, some sort of peppers, a variety of squashes, beans, maybe pumpkins, maybe melons, kale, cucumbers. The Bairn loves walking up and down the rows.
I am having all the FEELINGS about our lawn. Our lawn tractor is broken and we can't afford to fix it and it takes me 3 hours with Ellen on my back to mow it with the push mower but the teenagers (and more specifically their parents) ask rates I consider scandalous to do the job. We're currently paying a kid more per hour than Steve's draftsman charges to have a tidy lawn.
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