Chris is obviously afraid I will build our new patio out of silk flowers. He saw the pile of fairy wands this morning and headed straight to the lumber yard (after confiscating my hot glue gun). Not sure if we're getting a patio, a terrace or a deck. It's very low and made of wood. Will someone please help me out with the most highbrow term for such a structure? I don't want to jinx it, but it's just possible it will be done before.... no, I can't say it.
And after the party, I think I'll go out with a crowbar and personally remove our driveway. It might be sort of gratifying. I'll invite some friends to join me. In fact, that may be the theme for Studley's birthday! By George I think I've got it! We'll have a Super Studley Smash-a-Thon! You can take home a piece of Trout Towers (which will save me the trouble of assembling goody bags)! As usual, I am a genius.
I can't wait to design the invitation and send it to all of Studley's McMansion-dwelling friends. Oh, yeah. This is so much cooler than pony rides.
And from the botanical sector.... I had to transplant an unidentified plant from where the patio is going. There are more to come out, but I'll wait and see if I killed this one first. It is the start of the Garden Overhaul. And the mystery garden squash is definitely a pumpkin, but now the plant is dying and the pumpkin is still mostly green. What to do, what to do?
And here I was worried I'd run out of things to blog about. Stick with me now, my invisible internet friends, it's going to be a crazy winter.