I Don’t Like Shoveling

 

Tiny pelleted petunia seeds. It’s a careful process using tweezers. They are too expensive to drop.

They are covered with fine vermiculite and put under a light. Now the watching begins. Wednesday was a productive planting day.

That day was also a trip to the barber for Elijah.

He had to groom his mullet.

Nick’s dreads are getting longer. He’s patiently waiting for them to be long enough to pull back so he can lose the bandana.

Nick helped me clean the plant room so I can move with more ease. He even packed my heavy pots. When Emily got home she helped me water. It’s nice to have them join me on this project.

Lucas looking so cool in Emily’s shades.

Thursday was a bust when it came to planting. I spent most of my time driving back and forth to town. It was about 50* and the snow was dripping like crazy. Nick shoveled the roof so Homer wouldn’t have to. Such a good son.

He finished this side of the house and will do the other side today. Maybe?

While he did that I picked up the “stuff” that has accumulated in front of the house. Won’t it be wonderful when the shop is up, there is a patio and lawn? Then maybe there won’t be a mess every Spring.

Then I went up to help him clear the deck. Under that snow was a couple inches of ice we had to chip. We shoveled to just past where he is standing and got half the ice.

We thought we’d save some of it for Elijah since he was doing this while we were working. This would be the norm.

And then there is Emily. I caught her just getting back from running to the mailbox across the road and back in her socks. She’s been wanting to run outside in her socks all winter. I guess it was now or never. Kids are funny.

Today, two of the kids have to talk to the child custody investigator. This will be the second time in a year I’ve had to take them. Of course, they don’t want to go, but I tell them what the judge told me to say (not crap  like someone else may have done)…. he (the judge) wants them to go and I don’t have a choice in the matter. It’s supposed to make it so they aren’t mad at me. Not always effective when you’re the one forcing them in the car and into the building as they complain the whole way.  Kind of ruins a Friday.

And that’s my life…. Probation Officer, Principal, Court, Lather, Rinse, Repeat. Good thing I’m efficient or there wouldn’t be any time left over to live life. :)