This week has been pretty rough with going back to work and having to leave Juniper. I won't go into my diatribe on how it is no good the way our modern economic system pretty much requires you to be a double-income family, or how ridiculous it is that we do not have year-long maternity leave in this country, but know that each of those things are both no good and ridiculous. Instead I offer you:
The hummingbird mint is doing so well in the garden, and has managed (unlike some of its other plant friends, ahem) to not become a midnight snack for the deer
I went back to work this week, which was decidedly not happy, but this picture is from Monday, the day before I went back to work, so it is happy
The best part about the floor bed is seeing all the interesting positions Juniper gets herself into. Why use the full expanse of the bed when you can snuggle with the wall?
Here, Juniper offers her explanation on the wonders of wall-snuggling. Well, you see...
The deer in our neighborhood have spread the word that our yard offers up an excellent salad bar. I woke up the other night and could smell basil so intensely, so intensely I tell you, that I made Daniel get up to check and see if the deer were nibbling on the basil growing on our deck (Daniel: "Margaret, the deer didn't come up on the deck. We would have heard their hooves." Margaret: "But all I smell is basil, BASIL") Nope, basil was all fine, the mint on the side of the house, on the other hand, was being enjoyed by Bambi's mom. She also enjoyed some baby lacinato kale. I wonder if she needed to cleanse her palate after the kale or before? I also obviously really need to learn the difference in scent between mint and basil. Sigh.