|Crocus at The Bungalow.|
Then mom thought I should have gran's tea cup and saucer. Which. Was. Perfect.
Then, I couldn't wait any longer, so I started digging a ditch to divert water away from the house. This ditch will be widened and turned into a dry creek bed after we build the deck.
But then, I was so excited about the new planting beds along the fence, I transplanted a gazillion plants and put down store-bought pine straw (ouch) while it rained the next day. I also added some rock foot bridges. Booker thinks that I did all of this for him.
Then a stink (stank) bug got in the house and Booker worried it to death. Poor stank bug. No, it survived his pawin' and snufflin' long enough for me to liberate it to the front yard.
And then yesterday evening, after excavating about a foot down at the back of the house for the new deck, Eric and I sat with Booker. Rather, Booker sat on Eric.
Oh, and did I mention the deck?