Green Acres

Green Acres is where I want to be
Farm living is the life for me
Land Spreading out so far and wide!
Keep Upper Darby just give me that country side!

Uh, hold the phone.

The Mister is channeling his inner Oliver Wendall Douglas and spent an evening planting seeds. Normally our furry Lucy and Ethel destroys them, but I was home this year to stand guard.

Fat Mittens in my strawberries. I can’t stop all atrocities.

The Mister’s sprouts


The Mister doesn’t remember all that he planted. I saw a melon looking seed and remember the package for corn. Two summers ago the squirrels were delighted by the corn. Unfortunately, a little TOO delighted. They were courteous enough to leave the cob.

I really hate squirrels.

The weather has finally turned nice enough to turn over the dirt and prepare the garden.

I started some planting for indoor plants.

Midnight tiptoeing through the tulips

Even the Cub Scouts are planting.

Last week the Boy and the Mister brought these home and set them in the front window. They have a contest to see who will have the most growth in two weeks. I remember when I was younger and Queenie planted some sunflowers. The birds tore those suckers up! Since our rose bush serves as home to most of the neighborhood birds, I don’t know how much we’ll get to enjoy the sunflowers.

I hate birds, too.

Green Acres we are there!