Do I have to go back?

Wow, weekends like this make me never want to go back to work.  I have a wound care conference i am going to downtown though, so that should be fun and educational.  I hope they have free lunch, I live for free lunches.  We went to the beach with some friends on Saturday, there is a military rec place about a block down the road from where we live, and I am ashamed to admit that this weekend was the first time we have gone there and enjoyed the beach since living here.  There were dolphins frolicking in the water and we did some stand up paddle boarding.  I fell in the drink once, but that was it.  It was not because of any awesome balancing skills on my part, but because the boards were so enormous, kind of like a raft.

Camille in all her loveliness

Jesse worked really hard in the yard this weekend.  We moved the raised box so we could make more room for the chicken coop and goat pen instead of having it all crammed in behind the house.  Jesse has got a lot of seedlings going, and hopefully soon we will reap the rewards.  The only thing we are having a really hard time with is the tomatoes.  Jesse got some heirloom tomatoes off the internet that are called Black Seaman, they have a very deep purple skin and are gorgeous, I wanted those to grow so badly but no dice.  Maybe we got a bad batch of seeds, yup I think that is what I am going to blame it on.

Hard at work

The painted chicken coop

Stage I:  Denial, I refused to believe these flowers were gone.

Stage II:  Anger, I was angry at myself by being unable to keep these alive

Stage III:  Bargaining, "Jesse if you save them you are my hero, and I will make dinner for a week"

Stage IV:  Depression, why bother with them anyway I am giving up on all plant life.

Stage V:  Acceptance, I have killed the flowers, but it will be okay.

I finally admitted they are gone, and I have closure

Our neighbor has a dog that always leans over the fence and breathes heavily.......kind of a like a stalker.

Stalker neighbor dog