I have none.
Mostly it's just that I've been so busy enjoying the embarrassment of riches this time of year brings, I haven't made time to write about it. Which is a shame, so I've made an internal deal with myself to post with a certain frequency throughout the summer. I'm not going to tell you how often that is, because the end of spring/ beginning of summer always turns me into a foolish optimist ("We're going to do a craft every week! And go on many educational excursions! And do two separate library summer reading programs! And volunteer this many hours! And blog every day!" whoops); not to worry, come mid-July, the children will have whined/bickered/ground me down into submission, and I will be back to my somewhat cranky self.
Still, it's not July yet! It's spring, and it's Atticus and Adelaide's last day of school- as a matter of fact, they'll be home for lunch- and my mom and Mark are coming for a visit, and we're eating at Zombie Burger tonight, and I have so many things blooming in my yard! Exclamation points!!!!!!
So, what haven't I told you about that May brought to us in all her glory? First off, these gorgeous petunias, courtesy of Derek's mom:
Adelaide was with her grandma when they walked by these at a nursery, and Daughter was immediately besotted, saying they looked like a starry night. And wouldn't you know?
Becky then generously got them for us. Thank you, Becky/Grandma/Mom/Flower Enabler!
The rhubarb has been plentiful, but because my rhubarb is somehow always very green with little lovely, traditional red coloring, the desserts I make with it end up tasting delicious but appearing very questionable indeed.
That rhubarb cheesecake bar is topped with rhubarb sauce, not salsa verde, as it might appear. Señor Google informs me that my rhubarb is most likely green because of the cultivar I have, and that if I want red rhubarb, I will need to plant a different type, which means I need to get that in this year, as we all know of the cruel constraint that requires you to keep your dirty gardener's mitts off of rhubarb until the second year after you've planted it.
Other May happenings: Adelaide turned 10. TEN. DOUBLE DIGITS.
That is the long bow Caedmon made as a gift for his sister out of a tree branch, twine, and kebob skewers. More on Adelaide and sharp objects soon.
Speaking of Adelaide, Caedmon was organizing our art cabinet (Caedmon loves to organize spaces- drawers, corners, whatever, if you have a mess, he will have a blast organizing it for you. I can only think he gets this from Derek, because it sure as heck isn't from me.), and found some old coloring and activity books. One was Adelaide's that she filled in when she was four, maybe five years old, and it sure brought me back to that fun-yet-always-morbid stage went she through.
It reads, "Pinkalicious Likes to Sing- Can you make up a song? Write the words here." (Adelaide's words edited for clarity.) "I love Jesus I pray the Lord God to keep me safe when I'm scared and when I think my family's dead."
If I had a time machine, it would behoove past Me to go back a few years and tell myself, "DON'T WORRY. She grows out of this." Except according to Back to the Future and Albus Dumbledore, those time-traveling sages, one should never meet up with oneself. Paradox!
And speaking of our resident Organizer, he graduated from preschool.
Cute as a dang button, both of them. Adelaide there in the background, well, she's also cute, but in a ferret-y kind of way, at least in this shot.
We do still have an Atticus. He's been lying the grass, responding to my queries of, "What shapes do you see in the clouds, Bud?" with answers like, "Mostly cirrus. Wait, there's a nimbus cloud!" So much for sweetness and whimsy.
He's also getting ganglier and bigger-footed by the minute, I swear.
In other good news, apparently today is National Doughnut Day, a made-up holiday I can actually get behind. Here's to grossly unhealthy rings of doughy goodness I plan on consuming with wanton abandon!