Three, or was it four (?) straight days of deluging rain, thunderstorms and even tornadoes (not on our road) turned our yard again into a mud pit. All of Sean's beautiful tilling has to be done again. The rain was so heavy and in such an amount that it compacted it right back down.
Tiny toes did not mind the mud. The two year old's toes were quite happy to squish in it. Having spent many memorable childhood moments making mud pies, I don't discourage enjoyment of mud. It all washes.
Now a bit of homemade fun.
We needed a new gate for our animal yard.
I borrowed Sean's drill, scrounged up some screws, sent my servants (children) gathering the suckers Sean had pruned off the apple trees and built and wove a pretty cute rustic gate (my ever so humble opinion). I also borrowed my eight year old son's saw and promptly sawed into my thumb to the bone. Nice, eh?