I've no doubt the bees are grouchy on this coolish, very wet Derby Day. Likely a sentiment shared by all the infielders and the beautifully dressed getting those shoes muddy, but for me, it is a delightful kind of day. Last week was so crazy, leaving me feeling more like a puppet, being yanked hither and yon by state testing. I did haul my students to our school creek, which actually feeds into my own for some exploration, sunshine and just fun. It took no prompting on my part.
Well, this is his play clothes. And they looked when he walked out like they looked when he went in.
Yes, crack up.
Oh My JOY
My ownest little bit of paradise- our creek.
Great Uncle Tim provided the entertainment for the wee folk. Between Bugg's self applied eye make-up and chocolate face, she looks a bit ghoulish, but took her paddling quite seriously.
Whilst Gwanfader commandeered the boat traffic, the Pappy-O had to manage photography.
I was too busy you see. Swee-tee's mama came to play and brought along our newest little mister and I had to smooch him whilst the others were canoeing and creekin'.
Today, I planted shrubs for the bees just before a soft rain arrived to settle them in. I took my Handy Man repaired car to pick up our farm fresh Greek yogurt and milk, enjoyed an overdue pedicure with my sister, travelled to an a bit out of the way nursery for bedding plants and heirloom tomatoes and pulled the big 40% off Derby Day sale ticket, had lunch out with my sweetheart, a nap and now coffee. I am a Derby winner on all counts!