I have to face the fact that I can't get on the computer as much as I'd like. I can scrape together an hour here and forty minutes there, but it just isn't enough for what I'd like to do: I'd like to write more. But Jake is napless, the house is still a huge time-drain, and the church people caught up with me and gave me a new job to do. (Sigh. I thought I was done with Enrichment when we moved. No, I'm not Enrichment Leader again. It's actually worse, and it proves the desperation of this ward...can you guess?)
So if I'm not coming by your blog very often—heck, if I rarely come by my own blog—now you know why. Oh well.
And now, some random pictures of things I have seen while out in the yard. Or close enough, anyway.
There is Jasper pretending that he isn't a declawed housecat (we didn't do that to him, he came that way). Poor thing. I've never seen anything sadder than him trying to climb a tree (leaps up on it, holds on for a second, then falls off and walks away, embarrassed, pretending nothing happened). Also, whenever he finds something to hunt, he announces himself to his prey by meowing at it. Somehow, this technique isn't working out very well for him.
Jasper's been ordering things out of mail catalogs again, it seems.
My newest friend. Think I'll call him Waldo.
I so wasn't kidding about the spiders trying to take over this house. When you step outside in the morning, the lawn (ahem—the dandelion jungle) is draped from one end to the other with dew-filled spiderwebs. The spiders don't seem to care about anyone else's lawn on our street; just ours.
I have my own private stock of bumblebees that hang out in my backyard. This one is trying to impress me by doing the splits.
What a pretty weed! So many things grow here—things that in other places you would actually have to plant—it's incredible. So here, blackberry bushes, ivy, ferns, pine trees, sweet peas, daisies—they're all considered weeds. How crazy is that?