The great weed-out of 2009

It has come to this, my friends. Time to weed the garden. I have my trusty hoe, and a wayward child that needs punishing (since no one sent their kids on over, I had to use my own).

First things first, teaching the child what is a "plant" and what is a weed. Annnddd, I am reminded that I really should make the boy come out to the garden more often. He has no clue what a potato plant is, "potato's are a root...they don't have leaves", misidentifies the onions as radishes, and thinks that carrots don't have any greenery at all. I said "I suppose you think vegetables come from the grocery store?" Nope, they come from Wal-Mart. Kill me now!

Second, keep a close eye on said child so he doesn't step on the plants that I DO want.

Third, make sure he actually is weeding, and not just complaining about weeding. Yeah, we have very different ideas of what "done" is, in this case.

But, on the plus side, with both of us working, after about an hour, it was done (at least, as done as it is going to get right now).

Looks much better. Thanks for the help, son. Hope you learned something! (Really, the lesson was "if I had gotten better grades, I would have gone on the school outing instead of being stuck at home with mom, weeding!" Hope you learned it!)

Welcome to my world!

Hello, dear readers! This is my first attempt at blogging, so I pray you forgive any errors.

I am hoping to show you a glimpse into my life, to see how I do what I do (as weird as it all is!) and show my triumphs and my failures. It's the failures that help us grow, so I must be growing a lot!

At this time, we have graduated our ducklings to the outdoors. Hooray, I have my bedroom back, no more duck smell. Our "babies" are a month old, and growing like weeds. It's funny, they each have such personalities. Spicy, our largest female, is the dominate one. She looks out for all the others. We named her after my mother, "Spicy Grandma", or Spicy for short. (Also known as "speecy-spicey meatballs"). If I leave the ducks outside alone, she will look around after me. When I return outside, she will run up close, all the others following close behind, and stop just a few feet short of me.

Blackie and Mario are far more reserved. They are the guys of the group. Blackie was a bully toward our littlest baby, Chatty Cathy (Chatty for short). Chatty came to us a week later than the others, and Blackie thought it was his job to pick on her for over a week. Thankfully, Blackie has stopped that, and Chatty has been accepted into the flock.

Our garden is growing rapidly (thank you Lord!). I have hilled up our potato's twice now, and the lettuce should be ready for picking in another week or so. My peas have been way too fussy this year, most of them not coming up. Odd, that. I have always had good luck with them in the past! I planted a few of them into pots along our deck, and those are very happy campers. Why would they be growing well in pots, but not in the garden?

Ah well. I am still praying that the rest of the plants do well and grow fully.

Thanks for reading my little post into my world. I'll let you know how the ducklings fair in the next few weeks and how my garden grows.

Blessings!