happy father’s day

 

 

in the beginning i hung on every word.

i wanted to be just like you.

as I grew, you may have thought,

“she’s not listening”.

don’t worry dad i heard everything.

without your guidance i wouldn't be

the woman i am today.

thank you for the foundation that will never go away.

i love you more than words can say,

happy father’s day dad.

 

Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dad’s in my life.  I love you all!

A very special Happy Father’s Day to you Mr. Miller from your Monkey’s!

Don’t worry Mr. Miller they were listening then and they will continue as they grow.  Thank you for being a wonderful father and husband.

the little garden that could

Yesterday we celebrated 2 years here at Green Acres. I can’t believe I have had this little writing corner for 2 years now and it all started with this. In the last 2 years I have learned much ado about many things such as gardening, homemaking, parenting and most importantly myself. Thank you all so much for your support in the last 2 years, here’s to many more.

I thought I would share some updates on the garden here. Mr. Miller totally reworked the beds into 8 5x5 raised beds. We used the pavers we already had. We also added a fence so my lovely little beagle, Peanut, wouldn’t take out my green beans with her sun bathing. We used a crate from Mr. Millers work. The posts are limbs that we cut from the apple tree and the big gate was from a friend. Cost: nothing. I love free and recycled projects.

Mr. Miller is teaching Junior Mint the art of watering this year. We are going to add a drip system with items that we already have around here soon. My dream would be to finally get a rain barrel and connect the two. A girl can dream right?

I just got a new book on preserving food. It has been very informative so far. I am looking forward to putting some of the bounty away this year.

growing up too fast…

It just seems like yesterday that Henry started eating real table food.  Where has the time gone?  He so wants to have all that the family is having, which he does, but he tried corn on the cob for the first time this week.  Grampie had been in town over the weekend and we had corn on the cob.  Mama removed the corn for him and that was a disappointment, he still ate it under protest.  When we had the leftovers on Tuesday night he informed me that he wanted it on the “cwob, like Bubba”!

Cameron had to “ham” it up for Mama with his corn!