Still Hanging With the Boys

Yesterday morning started off hot and muggy,

so we seized the opportunity and hit the pool early.

The funny thing is, we were not alone.

No, the four roosters had ventured the one hundred yards between their house and ours...

proceeding down the back path to the pool.

While we swam, they pecked in the mulch and spied on us from above.

And when we were done swimming, they made their way home again.

They seem to love following a particular 6 year old wherever he goes.

Grammie Camp has superseded most farm work... except the necessities.

That means that weeding has gone by the wayside these past two weeks.

I may never recover.

Not that I love weeding or aspire to spend my time doing so,

however it seems that a majority of my spare time gets used up pulling unwanteds out of the ground.

There has to be a better way.

Perhaps changing one's mind about "what is a weed" might help.

In the case of the garden around the house, I have been able to do just that.

Take this patch of "weeds", for instance....

These are milkweeds.

And there was a day that I might have just pulled them out.

However, I have decided to allow them to remain.

After all, these plants are necessary in the life cycle of the Monarch butterfly.

And so, they have become a happy member of the front garden family.

Not your average bedding flower, but the butterflies don't seem to mind at all!