Rain robbed the little boy of his park time yesterday.
This morning, he wouldn’t get off the couch. I think he knew the fields at school would be muddy and forbidden. Unfortunately, without recess and a good lap around the track, this boy just isn’t interested in being there.
We shifted gears.
Instead, today is about Super Mario Brothers 3, singing to the computer, wearing jammies, and just staying in. Oh, and one wet, messy bout with a bottle of bubbles.
He’s content, so how annoyed can I be that my day without plans is still my day without plans? Not very. I have the rest of the week for errands and groceries and thrift stores.
Right now, I’m starting to think about lunch and the last chapter of my much neglected book.
And cookies. We have chocolate chip cookie dough in the freezer. Just gotta thaw it out.
Jammies. Cookies. Super Mario.
On Saturday, husband and I decided to look at roses for our front yard.
It’s a pleasant drive and the nursery is worth the thirty minutes to get there. Simpson’s has a rich history and a commitment to old fashioned business practices. It also has a famous collection of antique trucks and muscle cars. I’m not sure why we never looked at them before this visit. I found the collection very interesting and I don’t know anything about the automotive industry. I can only assume a true car fan would really enjoy it.
We also poked our heads into all of the other little buildings. In addition to a large variety of plants, trees, cacti and flowers, Simpson’s sells all kinds of garden furniture, pots, birdhouses, t-shirts, art soil, moss, fertilizer, seed and other items. There is a lot to look at.
We wandered back to the animal enclosures this time too.
Simpson’s has a llama!
When this llama puts his front legs on top of the fence to honk and snort and look at you, he is very TALL and very purposeful. I wish there had been a caretaker in the area to tell us a little bit about him. He really just seemed like he wanted to be friends, but he could just as easily have wanted us to go away. He was a very compelling fellow, but I’m not hip to llama lingo, so we had to keep our distance.
We did get to pet some pygmy goats, chuckle at some chickens, and watch as a pig shook and snored in his sty, before we headed back out to wander the rows.
It was a beautiful day to walk the grounds, get the little boy some exercise and to make some decisions about what to do in our teeny yard. We’re going back sometime this week to pick up a Julia Child floribunda. We left without it, but it’s a beautiful rose and now we can’t get it out of our minds.
Simpson’s is a great day trip destination. If you’re game for good eats afterward, Filippi’s is across the street. Yummy. 😀
P.S. The little boy just leaned close to the toaster where his cinnamon pop tart was warming away and asked me “does it smell like laughing sugar?”
It occurs to me that this is the perfect name for my cheery little boy who eats nothing but sweets.
He has crazy hair, dirty teeth and a brand new name – a perfect, brand new name.
That’s what I’m calling him from now on…