So here is my dear hole digger. That is a bit of a joke in our house. Have you seen Holes. Our favorite line is by Mr. Sir...
"You take a bad boy, make him dig holes all day in the hot
sun, it turns him into a good boy. That's our philosophy here at
camp green lake."
Let's just say Michael has dug a lot of holes, scrubbed garage floors and other cruel forms of labor.
I gained more weight bringing him into our family than any of my children I gave birth to. I have gotten a lot better about eating when stressed or I would have had a heart attack by now. Inspite of my huge thighs that would disagree, he really is a good boy now. So I think it works not the eating, the punishment by boot camp. He hasn't been kicked out of school for a couple of years. :)
While he was helping me I just kept thinking "I am loosing him, a few short years and he will be gone. I only have a month or so left with Ty and then I will loose Michael too....who is going to do all of my manual labor now!"
So this is the
deathtrap swing he helped me put up before digging all of those holes. I know it is not going to work that tree across the top is too saggy, but down at the right I planted a Clematis (Jackmanni alba) to climb up the oak. I envision it climbing up and over blooming like crazy and sitting in that swing singing the song "kiss me." Sigh..more fantasy day dreams from a desert gardener.