Or something like that.
We’ve got our
farm garden started!!!
I could take all the credit for this accomplishment, but that would not be fair.
I could take all the glory, ‘cause being a farmer is glorious, but that would not be fair.
The coach did all the work.
I only helped a little.
I did the seedlings. I cleaned up some of his work. I plugged in the IPod for him to enjoy while he worked.
I am fragile, like a butterfly. A farmer butterfly. NOT to be confused with a butterfly farmer.
I did NOT plug in his IPod.
Looking away from the house.
And looking towards the house.
The golf cart is our tractor.
Coach dug and then tilled this out for me…
after he worked his full work week at the office.
After he worked his full work week of coaching (after his full days at the office.)
After he worked (7hrs) on Saturday getting his home-field ready for their home opener.
And before he went to enjoy the super bowl on Sunday.
What a man.
I am humbled by his selflessness.
I asked him after it was all done if he was excited about the upcoming
He said: If it makes you excited, then I am excited for you.
I am so lucky.
I bet Brad Pitt never dug a garden for
For Valentines day, I will give him a bouquet of lettuce and tomatoes.
Ok, maybe it will take longer than that.
I bet he would prefer something else anyway.
Oh, that ewww sound you just heard? That was Lo and Linds reading this.
“ewww….My parents LOVE each other.”
They don’t know how lucky they are.
How was your weekend?
Did you work in the yard?
Read ‘People magazine’ while sitting in the hot tub?
Wash and dry massive amounts of laundry?
Catch up on your email and bill paying?
Cook Chili on Sunday?
Did you make someone go ewwww?