The Harvest

So I’m pretty proud of my garden. It’s looking like it will turn into quite the business venture for us. Some kids have lemonade stands, sell sno-cones, whatever. I’m going to have Abigail and Grace set up shop out front and start selling tomatoes. These things are good. The cherry tomatoes are like eating candy. Even Lucy was popping them and wanting more. Today I had my first sandwich with the homegrown tomatoes. Very yummy. I’m a little concerned about the enthusiasm of the pumpkins. I wasn’t expecting them to take over the whole side of the house. I am going to have to pull back some more of the rock and make some more room for them. Once it gets to be 110, they may wilt on that granite and next to the wall.




In other news, I’m officially boycotting US Airways for the rest of my life. In the span of 10 days, they’ve canceled 2 flights on us. I had the displeasure of sleeping in the Philadelphia airport a few weeks ago. They finally decided to cancel my 8:40pm flight at 2:30 the next morning. They compensated me with a $10 meal voucher (!??!) and a flight back home at 10am. But I guess I was one of the lucky ones. A husband and wife tandem that was sitting next to me got split up. One was routed through DC on her way back and the other directly to Phoenix. So the husband was going to have to wait for his wife for 4 hours once he got back to Phoenix.

The other canceled flight was Julie and Gwenyth on Tuesday. They left me to go up and see Julie’s parents. Like clockwork, they canceled her 1:50pm flight at 3. They did get her on another flight around 5, so that was good. Luckily it didn’t take too much haggling to get Gwenyth a seat by her mother. The geniuses at US Airways assigned them seats at separate ends of the airplane.

So I got all tough on US Airways and told them I would be closing my (un)substantial credit accounts I have with them (through Bank of America). I’m sure they’ll miss all of my business.

In other news, like I mentioned, Julie is up in Utah with her parents. It sounds like there’s been lots of sleeping going on, which is always a good thing. Gwenyth thinks she owns the joint. There’s much less sleeping here while Julie is away. I just wallow in my patheticness without my wife.

Speaking of Gwenyth, she can now swim and thinks she’s really hot stuff. She didn’t really enjoy it at first (or in the middle!), but she’s done really well. She always wants to go “jumping,” which means jump in the pool and “kick, kick, kick!” back to the side. She’s a certifiable nut. Her high hopes at the beginning:


Quickly faded to blood-curdling screams and glares of “daddy, why are you letting this happen?!?”:


After a few of these:


she came out on top and was happy as ever:


Abigail and Grace had a performance the other night at school. They both did really well. Abigail has quite the voice and really learned to project during her short time at her theatre group in Pleasant Grove. Grace sang a solo. Yes, that means that Grace was all by herself on the stage. Well, her microphone was with her. She did awesome. I have some video that I’ll try and put up soon. I’ve also got some of Chuck jumping off the diving board.

Jana was kind enough to take Lucy for the week so that I would have time to blog . . . errr . . . I mean . . . . work this week. I think she’s taken over that household as well. Jana said that Lucy insists that her mother is on every plane that flies overhead. Hopefully by today she understands that Julie and Chuck have landed safely at their destination. Of course maybe she knew they were flying US Airways, so there were really no guarantees that they would get there before Memorial Day.

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  1. Brian, you have helped Julie to produce 4 gorgeous girls, but now your new calling is to be a great farmer. The tomatoes and etc. are beautiful. When your two older girls start selling tomatoes – I am in the market for some. How dear of Jana to take Lucy for you, now you have time to do your farming and blogging/work.

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