G'day, people.
Linda, that painting session with wm sounds like it was really productive. Maybe he would benefit from a book on cartooning technique - anything that helps him with his drawing skills. And kids like cartooning.
Sharon/LDM, the Sunday School skit sounds like it will be fun. It's good that difficult child and boyfriend get on so well - we've found it really a good measure of how likely a boyfriend is to last, when they make an effort to get on with difficult child 3.
TM, the church pot luck sounds good; I always enjoyed these. We don't seem to have many of these lately, although we do have meals at church. One woman who is a really good caterer and who loves to cook, generally volunteers. She's also volunteered to cook for difficult child 1's wedding (as long as we pay for the food).
Sharon/WO, congrats on your team winning yesterday. And today - do you still need to go to the gym today, if you're also going to be moving furniture?
Andy, your Sunday School lesson sounds interesting.
Terry, happy anniversary!
I got in plenty of exercise today. husband used his morning assembling the queen-sized bed we were given at church a fortnight ago. difficult child 1 & girlfriend didn't think they'd want it, because it looked like it would be too low. Actually, it's a good height off the floor. If they don't want it we can certainly use a spare bed for when family come to stay - but we'll go with whatever happens.
While husband was bed-assembling, I visited mother in law and put her plants in the garden for her. That is when I discovered that she had already emptied the HUGE bucket of chicken manure we'd taken down for her a few days ago - she had spread it around her favourite plants to give them a feed, but had used it as if she were top-dressing, or mulching. I explained it to her as a 'salad' analogy - if you have a bowl of lettuce then adding tomato as well is like adding mulch to a garden - you can add a lot and there will still be balance. But adding manure or fertiliser - it's like adding croutons. And she had buried the trunks of her plants under six inches of manure!
Later, husband & I went back down there (I had been watering in the plant poison, for bindi-eyes, aka bindis) and husband went round and removed most of the manure to try to save her plants. She then began weeding - and I had to stop her from pulling out the wrong plants, it turns out she's been weeding out the daisies I planted for her last autumn, and at the same time complaining at the lack of ground cover. I have to constantly stop her from weeding out ground cover and in some areas she's succeeded in killing her favourite plants (because she was trying to clear the soil around them - but we live on pure sand, we HAVE to keep ground cover around our plants, or they dry out).
We keep telling her, but she keeps forgetting. Old habits die hard, and she grew up with clay soils and English thinking. Not good for a sandy Australian landscape.
So what with poisoning bindis, planting new trees and bushes, supervising manure spreading, weeding and pruning - I'm tired. And very sore. I did manage to walk to a neighbour's house to collect a new water lily plant for our pond. Plus I walked to mother in law's twice today, so I've managed a lot more walking than I usually do as well. And the bindi treatment - I did our place especially outside the front gate, and outside the front of both places next door (either side). The neighbours were very happy with this and saw it as me doing a kind deed. But there is an ulterior motive - in our area we regularly get hikers, they walk along our street. And as they walk, their feet (shod or bare) pick up bindis. Bare feet with bindis - it hurts, so the people stop, remove the bindis and drop them. The seeds then germinate where they fall and if it's OUR front lawn, then it's OUR kids (and my bare feet too) that suffer. We've had house rules which required all bindi seeds to be saved and either dropped on the tarred road, or put in the rubbish bin. But hikers don't follow house rules. By treating the houses on either side of us, we reduce the chance of hikers pulling prickles out while on OUR lawn!
The gardening timetable told us that this weekend is the last chance this year to poison bindis. A bindi-loaded lawn is a very unpleasant thing in summer. Once those tiny plants mature, the little seed heads dry and walking in bare feet becomes painful. Every prickle is also a seed.
A lot of the other jobs - also the things that should be done at the beginning of spring. I had difficult child 3 harvest some early snow peas. So much to do!
Then difficult child 1 got home after spending most of the day with girlfriend, including doing the wedding invitations for her side of the family. I had told him to buy stamps - of course he didn't. So I will buy more stamps in the morning, but at least we had enough to post the first lot of invitations in the morning.
So now I get to talk to you all - I am tired! I'm wrapped in a blanket wearing thermals and thick socks. Although today was warm, tonight is cold again. Yesterday's rain and strong winds eased overnight, which is why I was rushing around trying to get so much done.
Enjoy your Sunday - it was also Father's Day here, so this evening the girls each rang their dad to wish him a happy Father's Day and just catch up. It was lovely. Of course, the boys had the chance to give their wishes to their dad in person.
Marg
~ come on over for a cuppa brew & I believe I'm in the mood to bake lemon poppyseed muffins this morning. (We'll see how long that lasts! 
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I'm glad you have a few hours of respite left-enjoy!
It's great easy child's boyfriend will hang with difficult child. Enjoy your workout
