To celebrate my dad’s 69th birthday, we had a family cook out and we all went to my son Ethan’s latest show at our community theater.
And then we made the birthday boy churn his own ice-cream.
My son Ethan has become quite the musical theater actor of late. I’ll do a post on it sometimes (read probably never) but the reason that my sister and I are dressed up is because we went to the theater and not because we are members of a fundy cult.
At some point during the fete’, April asked me to take her out to my garden.
I never hesitate to show anyone my garden.
It’s my favorite place on earth.
Here I am showing her my brussel sprouts.
My brussel sprouts that do nothing except grow leaves and feed insects.
I planted some romaine lettuce in the shade of my huge leafed brussel sprouts in the hopes that the shade would keep the lettuce from turning bitter in our hundred degree summer weather.
But that plan didn’t work.
So now I have bitter romaine and massive brussel sprout plants that never fruit.
And yet still – my garden is my favorite place on earth!
I must secretly love pain.
Here we are walking back to the house.
And this is when I tell you the real reason that I published these photos on my blog.
Because my dress is prettier than April’s.
And I look way better in this picture than she does!