A word on Maturity.
With spring upon us and garden planning in full force, my husband took his weekend to prepare the ground. Three trips to the fairgrounds in his truck blessed us with an over abundance--and much needed--load of fertilizer. Good old fashioned manure. Horses, name it. He got it and dumped it into our fertile patch of earth where last year we had the most wonderful success. Cucumbers! Tomatoes! Corn! Peppers!
About half way through Saturday, the distinct sound of wailing could be heard throughout the house. What was going on, I wondered?


Not manure, not poop. From the time my husband came home and through the unloading, it was poop this and poop that, here a poop, there a poop, everywhere a poop, poop. Believe me, dismay was in great evidence. My daughter was in tears. Disgusted! Mortified!

My explanation that it wasn't really poop anymore didn't help--nor did the odor help my argument! She was sure she would not be eating anything from the garden, which btw, is going to be absolutely FABULOUS! I can't wait for stuff to start growing. I'll post some pictures after I buy battaries for the camera. :)

One more quick note for goals:
This book is getting longer.
Still working on edits, revisions, and rewrites.
Also, finish reading Queen Bees and Wannabees<--liking it so far.