Oh hello there, blog! Of course I remember you! I used to update you! And then I stopped, because nothing was happening in my life (at least I felt that way), and then we moved, and I started graduate school, and I just sort of fell off the face of the earth. Then all my cool friends here had blogs, and they made me feel awesome by saying I should have a blog. This definitely appeals to my constant need for attention…and the constant need to be talking.
We have a garden! It grows food for us. Kevin wanted me to water the garden this morning, since he had to leave early to fly. He gave me very specific instructions about the backyard plants. “From the carrots all the way to the tomatoes. Leave the herbs alone, they don’t like to be watered as much. Use the flat setting on the spray nozzle, stand about 6 feet away, and hold it level so the water goes straight out and falls on the plants.” I felt pretty good about my ability to follow directions, and at 6:30 this morning, I was out wrestling the hose from the front yard to the back yard. I watered everything, then worked out, showered, and went to Bible study.
It’s freaking hot outside, so I didn’t even attempt to leave the air conditioning again until this afternoon. I was on the phone with my sister and stepped outside. That’s when I saw it. The poor, sad strawberry plant. It sits in the front yard in its own little pot, and I had completely forgotten about it. (To be fair, Kevin never said anything about anything in the front yard.) I pulled it onto the front porch in the shade and began watering it. But I don’t think it’s going to survive…
Do you see the crunchiness there on the leaves? Sad.