At the farm, in the woods, now with more turtles!

A beautiful Sunday morning (the first in weeks) with no papers to write, no ridiculous law to get frustrated with, no bankruptcy code to make me want to poke my eyes out with a pen...nothing. Nine credits in seven weeks is a lot. A whole freaking lot.

I am exhausted.

I woke up yesterday with no sense of direction. I didn't remember how to function without a schedule! So many things were waiting for me to look up from the books and step away from the computer. What to do first?

Fulton needed a walk in the sun. Strap your safari hat on, we're going into the jungle.



Fulton rarely turtles. He really wasn't liking the grass at first but kept his little nose out just in case he changed his mind.



Then he remembered that he is equipped with a periscope...



...and decided it might be fun to nom the camera.

Time to do some farming, right? It's spring! Er... Summer? What is it called when it is early spring but it is 90 degrees outside? Springer? Sung? Sumspr?

Wrong. It's just wrong.

But I don't mind just for this weekend because I am so happy to see the Sun!



I love these little seed starters. They are biodegradable...you just pop your seeds in, watch them grow, and when you're ready to transplant the cups break apart and go right into the ground. Maybe not as awesome as my clementine box seed nursery, but definitely better than the flimsy little plastic guys. (I just realized how way ahead of things I am...I started seeds in the middle of May last year! Whoo!)

Eeeep! It's time to take Younger Munchkin for a hike through Saddlers Woods.



I love woods smell. I spent my childhood tucked away in nooks under trees building dams...changing the flow of the water with only a few rocks and sticks. Being in the forest makes me feel small again.



A fleet of water hoppers were out today. The dancing shadows they cast on the bottom of the stream made me giggle. The hoppers didn't want to stay still or work with me on lighting...so we moved on.



Oops. I know better than to wear these shoes when hiking. I really do. In addition to the mud on my favorite Rocket Dogs (*sniff*), blisters popped up and I think poison ivy (I'm not allergic but Younger Munchkin has it...I may only have sympathy itches).

Let's check in to see if any seeds sprouted while we were out hiking, shall we?



!!!!!

What the hell? I was gone only a couple of hours and this happened?

I suspect it was that cat. The other day several people were on my porch (!!!) looking for their lost kitty. Apparently my porch is one of his usual hiding spots.

I'll be out there with my spray bottle today, cat, you betcha. I may even put ice in the water to really drive the point home.