And Then I Went Off The Deep End, Never To Be Heard From Again…
I’m getting a little nutty, I think. I can point to a few key communications with others to demonstrate:
Exhibit A - My husband says to me, “Beth, do you have any idea why my car smells? Is there a used diaper in there?”
“Oh, yeah I’ve gotta bag of composted manure in your trunk. By the way, can you pull that outta there and leave it in the yard? I need that crap today.”
B - I say to my mom, “Oh, looks like I need to feed the worms today.” “The what?”
C - An email I sent my husband earlier this week:
“Uh oh…Article in organic gardening about keeping chickens…”
His response:
“It’s coming, I can feel it. (Beth’s mind: “It’s healthy, better for the environment, AND the kids will love feeding them!”)”
My response: “Obviously.”
D - “You know, the worms…down in the bin…they’re in the laundry room.”
“They’re where? They’re in the house?”
E - My husband forbade me from going outside last night during bedtime for the boys:
“Oh, I need to go out and pick up those hoola-hoops before it gets dark.”
“No, no you don’t! And you can’t! Because you’ll go out there and see like eight things you think you need to do in the yard right this instant, and you won’t come back in for an hour!”
Mmmm…fair enough.
F - Yesterday morning I received an email from Seed Savers Exchange and proceeded to yell to myself and to no one in particular, “My tomatoes are coming my tomatoes are coming! Squuueeeee!”
More on this last part next week as part of From Dirt To Dinner. And lookie! Over there in my sidebar! You can now click on that button and learn how to participate on Friday, as well as grab the button code if you’d like to display it on your own blog. I hope everyone has been thinking about and enjoying asparagus!














Uh oh - it’s happening. You’ll probably start doing other weird things soon like asking for a composter, chainsaw or chicken coop for Mother’s day
Maybe you’ll get a hen-house for Mother’s Day … or a lifetime supply of manure. =>