A House of Order

Marty has been out of town for the past three and a half weeks. He's been on the west coast. Working. On a yacht.
We've missed him dearly. We've survived and everyone got fed everyday and the house didn't burn down. But still, we've missed him.
Marty came home today. All of a sudden it feels like order has been restored. The home and family are as they should be.
It's nice.
Welcome home, Marty.

My Garden

It's not much, but these pictures pretty much sum up my garden.

Upper left--my tomato plant. I'm pretty happy with how the tomato is doing, but I'm battling whiteflies. I don't like whiteflies. Grrr.

Upper right--my mint plants-spearmint and chocolate mint. These guys are doing pretty well. However, at this point I don't think I have enough to make mint jelly. But maybe I can find someone with mint to spare.

Lower left--my basil. A few months ago I was pretty darn sure that I'd successsfully killed this basil. I was wrong. This makes me happy. I got this basil plant last year--yep, I've had it a year and haven't killed it yet. Apparently, however, I was successful at killing the one on the right. Doesn't the happy one just make you want to get some fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and french bread?

Lower right--my kitchen sink plant. I got this at a plant exchange at my old job a couple years ago. Before accepting it I needed lots of assurances that this plant was difficult to kill. I've watered it maybe twice in the past 6 months--good thing Marty does it more often.

Not shown--my parsley. I grew this from seed last year (sort of accidentally). Not long ago I repotted them to give them a little more room to spread out. It seems they didn't truly appreciate this act of love. They haven't been doing too well since then. I'm still hoping they recover.

Also not shown--the African Violet from Anne Marie. It's not looking as nice as it was when she gave it to me, but I'm not giving up on it yet.

My Little Tattle Tale

For the most part our guest bedroom is an animal free room. We keep the door closed and Razor and Cher are not allowed in.
However, since our last series of guests, we haven't re-made up the room nor have we been as vigilant about keeping the door closed.
I've witnessed Razor sneaking into and out of that room, and I've assumed the same was true for Cher (but she happens to be sneakier).
Tonight Razor was agitated and came to get my attention. She led me to the guest room and into the closet--where Cher was snuggled comfortably in a corner. About an hour later Razor came and got me again. This time to let me know that Cher was under the bed.
My guess is that Razor thinks it's her room now and doesn't want to share. I'm sure they'll both be disappointed when the door is closed again and neither of them are allowed in.

Mark your calendars...

I've successfully completed the first milestone of being chairperson for the 2010 Henrichsen Family Reunion.
We're on the calendar for July 21-23, 2010 at Reid Ranch.