I'm echoing the words of my four-year old neighbor.
While many of my friends have spent the spring growing babies, I am happy to report some small successes in my herb growing adventure. You may remember the Spring Science Project post.
Despite my odd seedling propagation techniques that made me the laughing stock of the "Green Thumb Side of the Family"; I have a lovely pot of herbs.
Maine is one of those places I've wanted to visit forever and ever. It's on The List. Thankfully, Danielle is from Maine and I managed to tag along on her recent trip home to celebrate her recovery and to attend her baby shower.
In celebration of Earth Day, I will share a little ditty about Nature and the burb I call home. A few weeks ago, Greg was taking Winslow out for his constitutional in the backyard when Winslow sprang from his haunches towards the remaining woods behind our house. Greg had seen something moving about in the woods, but figured it was one of the usual suspects like a bunny, bird, or squirrel. It was only after tearing through the woods with Winslow far ahead of him that Greg stood face to face with the object of Winslow's fixation. It was not just one deer, but four deer standing not far from the two of them. The quartet looked stood frozen because they were just chased by a Man and his Dog. They had come to the end of the line. The main drag through this part of the burbs surrounded the deer which left them with no place to run.
The two returned home to share the story (Greg) and some bramble scratches (Winslow) from their recent brush with Nature.
