Highlights:
Bryan has claimed the whole garden as his own. This claim went completely uncontested, to the point that there are a few individual plants he attributes to me and I get grumpy when he wants me to deal with them. Whatever farming blood I had was bred out generations ago. Years ago, before my gardening beds were usurped, I planted asparagus. I believe I planted 24 one year old plants (asparagus plants take several years to produce asparaguys). Back then, our garden beds were one cinder block tall, with a corresponding amount of dirt. During the second year of the asparagus, Bryan raised the beds to be three cinder blocks high, again with a corresponding amount of dirt. In the third year of the asparagus, our poor spears had to travel through an extra foot and a half of soil to find the sun. So I have one surviving asparagus plant. It faithfully shoots up whatever spears it can each year, but by the time they are poking out of the dirt enough to pick, they are enormous. Still, Bryan informs me that I have asparagus to pick and I grumpily trudge out there and snap off a spear that is taller than your average 2 year old. It is not tasty.
Blanket forts are a fun thing we've been doing lately. All of our chairs, blankets, and pillows are constantly being hauled across the house to make a new fort.
5th grade spelling bee:
