our garden is in

Our garden is in at last. We usually start later than most and I don’t mind so much. I certainly don’t mind enough to nag my Husband until he turns the dirt.

There are are so many great farmers and yard gardeners around here that I can enjoy the good food of others until ours comes in and then I get to share.

It’s just a garden. Or sanity. My sanity. Whichever you prefer to use. There are okra, watermelon, cucumbers, squash, tomatoes, peppers, garlic, sweet potatoes, Irish potatoes, carrots, lettuce. What am I forgetting? Something, I am sure.

Now. Look here. This is one of our compost piles. It’s food scraps and manure.

The grain has grown from the horse manure. And sweet potatoes and yes, SQUASH are growing. So now we add only food scraps to this compost pile. And it gave me an idea.

I took some pepper and squash plants my Italian Broad gifted me and I cleared out some of the grain from a part of the pile. And yes. I planted those beautiful plants.

I am excited to see what happens!

Johnny Keyser

Johnny Keyser.

alberto can bite my butt

This morning I made a crappy decision. It was a smart decision, but a crappy one. And I blame Alberto.

Our three daughters and I were leaving in the morning for a week long camping trip on Hatteras. Tent, bikes, running, fishing, camp cooking. Just us girls. It’s becoming a “thing” for us to go camping together. But this morning I had to cancel our plans because of Tropical Storm Alberto’s trip up the east coast this week.

I’d been watching the forecast closely for a week or better. Each day the forecast deteriorated to more and more rain. I was actually looking forward to a rainy camping trip because that would mean good time together reading, playing games, and talking. We need this uninterrupted time to just be. We have a “kitchen” tent as well, so I wouldn’t even be cooking in the rain unless I insisted on cooking over the fire. I am a smart woman…

But then the wind became a factor. “Tropical Storm force winds” to be exact. And so, this morning, I made the call. No trip this week. I did reschedule for us as a family. But not the girls alone. And that’s OK.

The disappointment on the girls’ faces was crushing. And so, even with quite a bit of rain forecasted for home, we went about setting up camp here. It’s not the same at all. And it does include the boys’ own tent as well. Daddy will burn a pile of brush to give us at least one fire, and we will eat “camp” foods. So we rescued it as much as we could. We did find a rainbow.

And PS – I am not really blaming Alberto. It is what it is and there is a plan for everything in its moment. It doesn’t mean I am not pouting, though.

a REAL perspective on what’s next

This is a fantastic perspective on the “What’s Next” question… For any child. It is NOT exclusive to those who choose to learn at home.

Changing Education

Reblogged from Life Changing Design:

So I have started looking at Change management.

I am picking up some interesting things as I start exploring this topic, beginning to see links with other areas of interest.

Through the research I seek I am constantly trying to relate it to the previous reading I have done on design in the government.  By exploring traditional change management process, then new ones using the potential of design thinking and service design tools, I hope to be able to compare the two.

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Interesting...

Deranged Fans: Carolina Loses It

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Public enemy No. 1 in Chapel Hill.

Time to expose more deranged fans – this time from North Carolina.

Some with access to the Interwebs are very cross with Creighton’s Ethan Wragge for fouling Kendall Marshall on the play that broke his wrist.

So, they are doing the only natural thing – attacking Wragge on Twitter:

And an apology from one of the earlier Tweeters:

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***WARNING*** LOTS of REALLY bad language in this one... It's the fans, not me. Promise.   This is just all so funny to me. (Says she with lots of UNC-CH fans as friends yet she could not possibly care less...)

welcome bread nerds!

Reblogged from sourdoughnerd:

Sourdoughnerd is dedicated to the minutia of of baking wonderful, “naturally” leavened bread. This page will document both my successes and failure. Enjoy and feel comfortable participating in the process. All the best!

This looks to be a VERY promising new bread blog. Watch along with me...

Not what you want

Reblogged from The Beautiful Life of the Traveling Wife:

Hey everyone. I am back from my vacation but I am not going to talk about it today. I will try to talk about it soon and show pics soon .. BUT I have more pressing thing to share with you.

 

If you have children that can take, send, and receive pic messages please read.

There is this kid I know… let us call him John.  

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This is a BIG deal. YOU YOUNG PEOPLE WHO READ THIS BLOG TAKE NOTE.

How Nice That We're ALL Gifted and Talented

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Can I just go outside and ride my bike?

I swear just about all kids in the public school system these days are card-carrying members of the “gifted and talented” brigade. How do I know this? Because their parents yak about it every chance they get. Ironically, for me it usually comes up at my most embarrassing moments, including, but not limited to, when I’m:

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Please share this. It's very funny. But more than it is funny.... It is true.

The Pros and Cons of Race Running

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So.  As you all know, I ran in my first road race this weekend (I survived-barely), the Paddy’s five miler…here is my assessment of the whole racing competition situation…

Pro: The race (like most races) was in the morning.  Which means you get it out of the way and you don’t have to spend the whole day dreading it.  Also, if you’re a normally adjusted human being, you have the rest of your day to be productive and do stuff.  

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These seem like familiar sentiments.