Ah, that weather....

La Nina (how DO you do a tilde on here, anyhow?) is a right one, she is. She dumps rain where we have plenty and withholds it where it's needed. Or so it seems to me, being here in the middle of "we have plenty, thank you very much."

Lambs!

Last night we heard sheep noises of various sorts. This morning...two small and quite cute lambs. I've decided we can call them Mouth One and Mouth Two. The Better Half was suggesting Eenie and Meenie, but the Spawn broke the deadlock by preferring my name choices. She has good taste. She probably would even have gone for Lamb Chops and Crown Roast.

Meet Pooh!

Pooh has changed, no? The Spawn likes to pretend our woods are the Hundred-Acre Wood. She usually presents me with some leaf or twig or some such and declares that it's Pooh (or Owl, or...you get the idea). Today I happened to find this fine piece of steel peeking out of the mud near some of the most impressively fallen trees. She immediately declared that it was Pooh and Pooh it remained for the next hour and a half outdoors. It should be noted that Pooh is useful for breaking up sticks and for digging in the mud. A multi-purpose Pooh, in fact.

Oh, and I planted some strawberry spinach and some corn salad. Yesterday it was magenta spreen. Can you tell I'm on an alternative greens kick?