On Sunday the whole family sans Show Cats, loaded up in the truck and we went to the Garden Center where I work. Our mission: to pick up a load of shrubs to plant around the foundation of our house.
Our boys were not thrilled about planting shrubs around the foundation of our house all afternoon with their parents, but once we got into the swing of things they settled into the task at hand.
OKAY SON, BREAK IS OVER!!!
We planted three Dwarf Korean Lilacs on the Southeast corner of the screen porch. Then we planted 97,532 Many Happy Returns Day Lilys in front of the lilacs... Okay, maybe not quite 97,532... but it seemed like it...
The cats continued to distract us with their fluffy cuteness.
I would like to interrupt the fluffy cuteness to point out that the owner of these yellow polka dotted Converse tennis shoes is the person who dug almost every single hole for every single shrub that we planted. And since my four sons are not likely to sport a pair of yellow polka dotted Converse tennis shoes and neither is my husband, that leaves me or the Show Cats, and I am sorry to say, that it was me.
Until we grew weary of Jack's interpretive shrub dancing, and forced him back to planting.
After a long afternoon planting, we had dinner on the screen porch.
The Country Doctor traded his glass of wine for Jack's grape juice.
At this point in his life, he still much prefers the unfermented grape. Unfortunately, his parents have learned to rely heavily on the medicinal value of a large glass of wine after a day spent planting shrubs with four children and two crazy cats...
Or maybe two large glasses of wine...