Walked into the living room to this:
I guess the two youngest members of the household are friends.
I may have walked in on something…
This morning she’s helping me water the tomato and pepper plants.
I started my seedlings very early this year because I have a little greenhouse to move them to, once we stop having overnight temps in the low teens. Which should have ended in March, but nope, we’re breaking record low records the past week. My kitchen is now a jungle, but I’m not complaining, I just keep imagining the great tomatoes and peppers this summer.
I have seedlings planted over three plantings, so by the time we can plant in-ground, the last seeds will be ready to transplant.
This year so far: San Marzano, Park Whopper, Better Boy, Whopper Green Peppers, Whopper Jalapenos (those could scare me). They will be joined by Whopper Cucumbers and some zucchini and I’m also thinking maybe corn this year, since I’ll have some extra space.
I’m trying out planting bags this year for the tomatoes, we’ll see how that goes.
She’s “helping.” This is a constant thing for her, I’m cooking, she’s “assisting.” This morning, I’m shredding lettuce. She doesn’t care, she still thinks it must be something good.
Willow fits right in. I have to get video of her and Trixie playing. Willow almost always instigates it and Trixie is happy to roughhouse. I only allow it because Willow sets strong boundaries and Trixie listens.
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to work now that Willow has learned to jump in my lap for scritches. She’s a persistent little fluffball.
And she’s super peeved I keep dumping her into the chair next to me…
They’re plotting for sure
Though they deny it…
Poor Scout…she’s just too sweet to set a lot of boundaries. That’s her empty cat food can, as a treat (one of the few without a pull tab that creates sharp edges). Pups know they get empty tuna, yogurt and other flavorful container treats.
Willow may have something to say about that. Continue reading