I love to weed my gardens. You can't tell by looking as one or more always need weeding but that's because I've over extended myself, adding new beds every year.

It almost hit 70 degrees; barefeet, shirtless kids playing soccer in the meadow, not a bit of fighting or squabbling anywhere with anyone over anything all day.

I went out a little after ten this morning and never came in for six solid hours, Tony bringing me a smoothie, Sabrina baked Brownies, Mayra brought me kettles of boiling water to kill the stupid fire ants and Javy brought me wood chips.

I could hear Sarah bellowing with joy over her day, down the driveway, across the dirt road and through the woods; probably way down her dirt driveway at her mailbox. Her brownies on this new post are to die for.

Monica and Dewayne just took Martin and CW to the movies and Fabian went with Miriam. Edgar came by this morning making me grateful for the tight sibling bonds. Often when I can't get through at all to some hardheaded child of mine, an older sib can make great headway. JoJo literally can't breathe if he doesn't see Edgar enough, that man means the world to him.