Today was lovely. A soft warm breeze, slightly overcast, quiet. Finally spring-like!
Hud and I started planting the garden yesterday, so today, the kids and I soldiered on without him.
We weeded the bed in front of the Shicken. Simone was of great assisstance.
You could probably tell from the dirt in her ruff that she is quite handy at hole digging. In fact, she majored in it as a undergrad.
Boudreaux was...Boudreaux. He splashed across the pool cover, leapt over brick walls and fencing, around the backyard, under the azaleas, over the pool deck and into the garden with a crashing stop at my hunched over body.
Bou hab eggsellent adbenture. Gardening pffun.
It was all going very well until I turned to ask Zali how he was getting along with the weeding and discovered that he had dug up one of my newly planted cabbages! He had chomped it down to the roots.
Whut? Eet wuz zee qualitee cuntroll, Muhzer!
Now, I knew he and Simone could not be trusted with broccoli, but cabbages?!?! Le sigh. He looks remorseful, but I had to stop him from murdering the rest of the crop, the little buggar. That's the look of a guilty man, not a sorry one. No wait. Guilty and sorry. That's more like it.
Time of death - 10:39. Farewell, mon petit chou. I hardly knew ye.
Bou and Simone took the death seriously and decided to be on their best behavior for the remainder of the outing. Zali went up to the house, pouting. He stayed by the back door yipping to go in. Seems I had spoiled all his fun.
I finished planting cucumbers, beets, bush beans and Thai eggplant. The three of us joined him at the door when it was time to start making lunch.
A very fine spring morning, inspite of the carnage.