Come Hell or Hayfever

Hola.

 

As I sit at my dining room table, listening as the baby monitors reveal the bazaar sounds of small children who haven't yet fallen asleep for their naptimes.  Seriously, it's like a funhouse/asylum up there...random laughing and whaling and then sounds as if they are attempting escape...but then sudden silence....

 

...ah babies... never a dull moment....

 

Moving on.

 

So my husband will be out at the farmhouse working hard this afternoon and into the evening.  We took it easy as a family last night and just relaxed at home, so needless to say, he has some making up to do.  So, being the stand-up wife I am, I thought I'd make a delicious dinner of homemade Chicken Enchiladas and for a special little treat, S'mores bars for dessert...

 

But, alas, just as my husband will have to wait until later tonight to dine on such a scrumptious meal (which I will have lovingly wrapped in saran wrap and left on the counter for him to reheat when he gets home) you too, will have to wait for that mouth-watering post until tomorrow.

 

...I'm sorry. I have to pick by battles, err, posts...

 

However, as the chicken breasts simmer away in all the herbs and spices in the crockpot, making them all the more fall-aparty, I will share with you our newest addition to Project Farmhouse...

 

 

TREES!

 

Please, try to contain your enthusiasm for a post about trees...

 

Here's the new members of the family...

 

This is Ginger... She's an Autumn Blaze maple.

 

 

 

She'll eventually look like this...

 

 

(she'll get about 40 feet high according to the tree people)

 

 

...and this was Ginger being manhandled by the nursery guys trying to get her off the truck...

 

 

...and here's Handsome pants (my dog, Balou) watching those workers manhandle the tree that he was already daydreaming about lifting a leg to...

 

 

...and here's our toes....

I mean come on, that's a cute shot and you know you would have snapped that pic too.

 

 

..and Lucy asking me why those men were digging holes in our yard...

 

 

 

 

Ok, back on track...

These next trees are actually a pretty exciting and sentimental part of this whole process for me.  Growing up, it was just my mom and I in a little duplex. In between the duplexes that went all the way up the street, there were two big pink flowering Crabapple trees.  I loved these trees. I am an only child and there weren't many kids on my street, so most of my free time was spent doing one of 3 things.

 

1. climbing the Crabapple trees

 

2. Cutting little flower bunches

from the trees and pretending

I was a fairy princess.

 

-or-

 

3. developing such severe allergies to the trees at age 12 that I had to actually be taken out of school for about two weeks because my eyes itched so badly that my own rubbing them had given me black eyes...literally...it was insane...

 

.....Did I mention that I was a complete nerd at this point in my life?  Let me just say that sporting the Rocky Balboa look in addition to rocking some seriously frizzy hair and out of control forehead acne was just, in my opinion, a cruel trick on nature's part.

 

...excuse me while I go find my zen place, repeat a few calming words, and realign my Chi...

 

.........................

 

ok, Namaste.

 

Moving on.

 

So, despite the brief bout of severe allergic reaction to these beautiful flowering trees, I did eventually recover, and my love for them has stayed strong.  I knew when we bought the land a few years back that one day, we would be able to finally build our farmhouse and that come Hell or Hayfever, I would have a Crabapple lined road in front of my home.  Hopefully my daughters enjoy being fairy princesses amongst these pink flowering trees as much as I did :)

 

...And should they develop frizzy hair and the black eye allergies like I did, well then they will just have to become attic children until the plague passes.....

 

 

(they'll eventually look like this)

 

 

 

It was good reminiscing with you :)

We'll talk enchiladas tomorrow.

 

:) ashley