We set strawberries for the first time this year! Aren’t they cute? The onions and peas are waiting to sprout on the left.

I found some pansies in memory of my husband’s mommy – they didn’t have her favorite yellow/dark purples, so I went with a more KSU-esque shade.

I thought of my own mother when we planted bulbs to spruce up this flower bed. I vividly remember the childhood moments I spent ahhhing with Mom over her red tulips. I let Little Cowgirl choose three – she also picked red.

Shooter has asked for blueberry bushes every year since he was four. Imagine if I’d had time to put them in way back then (he’ll be eleven in a couple of weeks!) how many berries we could have enjoyed. Better late than never. Notice the “I’m-so-cool-without-a-shirt-on” look.

I’m in love with these little mounding perennials – but of course I’ve already forgotten their name.

To wrap up, I would like to share with you one of the best. stories. ever.

Cowgirl followed one of the chickens (we have been free-ranging them during the day) to the chicken house while we were planting the aforementioned bushes. She kept telling us that Red was going to lay an egg. We kept saying things like “that’s great,” “cool,” and “maybe so” as we worked away. Farmer Boy rode over to check her story and even kept watch with her for a few minutes.

I bet she stood there for half an hour. I’m not even kidding you. She kept telling us “Here it comes! Here it comes!”

We finished up planting, watering and mulching around the bushes. We cleaned up all the tools. We picked up the rest of the yard.

I was just taking a breath to let her know it’s time to go inside and get ready for our activity that evening when she spins to face me, arms thrown open, mouth open wide, eyes like moons, gasping and laughing.

She had been right all along.

Of course, then we had to have a conversation about her questions regarding the hole the egg came out of, and do cats have a hole for their kittens to come out of, and what happens to mommy’s holes after they don’t have babies anymore, and even really OLD ladies have holes?

Have a great weekend and happy St Patty’s birthdays to my two best girls – you know who you are. xo