The only thing I miss about our house right now is that I knew where everything was. I don't really feel much else for it, except that we outgrew, and it's the shell we left behind. And I just hope it's the perfect fit for someone else soon. Soon would be nice.
So I never got around to hiring someone to come take care of our landscaping here and I want our neighbors to still like us. And man does it feel good to just dig, and pull, and rip, oh and spray paint things even if they might or might not turn out.
We found a box in the garage with a watering can and my iced tea pitcher that I have been looking for since we moved in. I filled the pitcher with water and poured it into the can so Ivy could water the weeds, of course. And as I poured she cried "that's enough!" and it was only just a little and I said "It's not enough- it's only a little bit" and she said "But then it will be too heavy for me to carry."
And when it was empty she'd come back and I would pour -just enough- again and again.
And I can't stop thinking about that ever since.