Porch Garden

So this is the most exciting thing I can come up with to blog about.  I've barely left the nest in the last week, except to clean cabins or shower houses. I will have to go out and beg people to take me out on entertaining adventures or tell me good stories.  Till then I'll just be scrubbing toilets and living the dream!

We planted a little garden on our back porch.  We have a family greenhouse that Jenny and I planted a bunch of seeds in.  Once they are ready, we'll plant them in a large garden up at Pat's house.  But being the independent cuss that I am, I still have to possess something of my very own on my own turf.  (Way out there in the distance you can see our white storage compartment.  That's where half of my house and clothes reside.  Sometimes I go there just to spend time with them and reminisce.)

As you can see, we have 6 little plants all squared away in buckets and pots.  Buckets that don't even match each other.  With tomatoes and strawberries in the hanging buckets.  We have to put our stuff up high so the deer and other naughty little creatures can't get into it.  I still don't know if this will be effective.  Time will tell.

It's a nice little set-up even though it isn't much to look at, which was my favorite part of my huge garden at our old house.  I just love a nice tilled garden with the corn all tall and heads of lettuce all lined up.  Something about the look of it is soothing to me. Now I will have to settle for sitting on the porch and staring at buckets.  I told my mother-in-law our garden was a bit ghetto.  She said, "It's not ghetto, it's Angle."  This is a classic line.  Write it down and use it in conversation today.  Only cool people that read this blog will get it.

This is our sweet girl reading her father his bedtime story.  It has nothing to do with gardening or anything.  It's just precious and more fun to look at that my silly porch plants.

Busy

The last week has been the busiest for me since we've moved here.  Lots going on,  no particularly interesting or funny stories.  But lots of good times.  Here are the events of the last week or so for this branch of the McKeever family...........

• 4 trips to Warroad (1 with our whole 4-some, 3 just me)
• A very fun book club in Warroad with some lovely ladies, wine and snacks.  I had a great time and enjoyed meeting them.  I had not read the book, but they let me in anyway.
• More showerhouse cleaning.  
• Jenny and I spring cleaned the largest cabin we have, it took 2+ days.
• We got to see a float plane land on the lake.
• I ran a 1/2 marathon in Fargo, ND
• Mother's Day BBQ
• Some strong pangs of homesickness for my friends and family.  

The Mother's Day BBQ was fun and full of people.  There is a family up here that includes 8 kids, all but one are girls.  Rick is sure Tyson will charm them all at one time or another.  Just what either mother loves to hear.  Tyson was able to flirt up a couple at the BBQ.

I took pictures of the vehicles parked around the BBQ, a lot of cars but also golf carts and 4wheelers.  It's funny to see them parked all around.  Like we live in a large retirement community in Florida and eat supper at 4:00pm.

The spring is here and so lovely!  Yes, still the dreaded wind, but warmer and blue skies.  Leaves on the trees and plants springing up in the greenhouse.  My smile gets bigger as the days get warmer.

Tyson and Ava got to hold on to the float plane so it wouldn't float away while the octogenarian passenger was getting out.

Tyson cleaned up some fish guts in the fish house.

We went on a family hike one evening.  Rick came home with 4 woodticks and Tyson had 1.  I had none but itched for the next 3 hours just thinking about it.

Andie slept through the hike.  She may have only lived in Washington state for 6 weeks, but she can still rock a pair of sandles with socks!

Shower House

 The shower house.  The time has come to go forth and clean it. Just a bathroom in the middle of the woods.  We have two of these inviting little buildings in our campground.  This is where anonymous people come to shower and well, you know.  In a cabin, you know who was in there and can purse your lips in disgust if they leave a mess, cursing them with your toilet brush in hand.  The shower house holds no one accountable.  Unclaimed deeds live here.  I look at them and hear that music from the old westerns when the cowboys are about to have a gun fight and they stand in silence,  staring at each other, with nothing but a cactus blowing by.

I have dreaded this task since starting work here, but this one was not bad at all and I came out without feeling the need to boil my clothes and bathe in Scrubbing Bubbles.  We will clean these on a daily basis through the summer for obvious reasons.  Do we really want to let such a place get out of hand?  Ours are lovely and you wouldn't even have to wear your flip flops if you so choose.  They are steam cleaned and hand washed, my friends!

 Andie wasn't phased by the shower house.  She was able to enjoy a chew toy and some sunshine.

 Is it appropriate to show a toilet on the blog?  I want you to get the full effect so I'll put it on and suffer the consequences as they arise.  I promise never to show what deposits are made here.  But let me say I have been told about them and I do not look forward to it.  Glitz and glamour.  The only way to describe this job.

There was some fun on the swing after for being such a good girl in a less than attractive chore.