Compost and Fishing

the pond
sweet Pea
the pond
the "creek"
the "pond" through the trees
the "bridge"
Little Sis
I thought that this was a nice picture of the tackle box
Buddy's tackle
Buddy
Sweet Pea and Wonderwoman
Buddy
Wonderwoman and her bullet deflecting camara
Sweet Pea with one of my fishing poles and of course her beloved sticks that she found
Little Sis and Sweet Pea watching TV
Buddy and I trapped ourselves in the compost bin!
Still turning the compost
the compost felt good on our feet
Buddy displaying the compost
And YES I am fully aware of the fact that my wonderful brother has his clothes on backwards and inside out. He was bored.
Turning compost

This past couple of days has been pretty busy. I had my very last softball game yesterday and after that we headed over to Nana and Pop-pop's as mom and day went away for the night. This morning I got up and went to Science class. Then buddy and I decided that the compost pile needed to be turned and Nana thought that some weeds needed to be picked from the lawn. Little Sis and Sweet Pea just sat and watched TV.

Mom came and picked us up after lunch. When we got home we went to the pond to do some fishing. It was good but also unsuccessful as we did not catch any fish. O' well maybe next time. And now buddy is watching soccer.- Halfcup

Memorial Day Weekend or what to say when you are trying to sell tomatoes and you don’t know what they are or you don’t have the kind that they want!

me
c
buddy
buddy
c+ buddy


c
this is just trying to show you how big the flea market is

our attempt at a unique picture
me and M
M
Buddy
Sweet Pea
Little sis+ B+ E
Buddy
Aunt S + Uncle E
Me + Buddy
Wonder Women + Buddy
C + Sweet Pea
C+ Buddy + Me
C + me / Mr. Pepper and Mrs. Tomato
Most of us- Superman's side
E
Superman
Buddy
Sweet Pea
C
A
the girls
B+ E
Little Sis
Uncle E
Superman and his cup of tea
E
B
Fusia ( Can't spell it)

Double Impatient

Memorial Day weekend has come and gone. It is a weekend that we look forward to for a long time. It marks the end of the school year and the begging of a fun filled summer. It is a weekend that we get to go on vacation and be with family in Ohio. On Saturday and Monday we work at a flea market selling flowers and delivering them from tips. Sunday is church and the rest of our time is filled with running, jumping, and all things that allow us to expound energy together, although the big kids do sometimes sneak down to the basement with a laptop, pop corn, and a movie at night. Most of the kids sleep outside into the camper. All of these results in tired kids and the parents say that they are tired as well. Getting up at 5:15 and going non-stop and then going to bed late wears a person out!

Beyond the fun and energy that is expounded we learn to be hard workers and to be patient with all types of people weather they are cranky family members or slow and sometimes annoying flower buyers that you are trying to follow to deliver flowers to. Flowers don't seem like an exciting thing to do but somehow we make it something to look forward to. I guess it is the wonder of a kid who works hard and is rewarded by doing their best even when the results are not what they desire. Sometimes you get a costumer who is cranky and is not at all generous and you walk all of the way to the car and put the flowers in and don't even get a tip. Then there are others who will hand you a dollar per person.

There are perks to getting up at 5:15. You get pancakes at the flea market. And then there are those not so fun situations like being called cute! Or being asked for the 100^th time for hillbilly tomatoes. (You just have to keep responding with, "Sorry the green house did not send any of those today") And another thing that we were asked 100 times was what in the world a sausage tomato is. (You have to respond with, "it is a small red tomato that is similar to a roma tomato and can be eaten plain or can be used to make sauce because it is a paste tomato") and yes there are different color tomatoes! (If nothing else you will learn about tomatoes in this post!) My cousin C or B which ever you want and I sold the tomatoes and peppers. He was Mr. Pepper and I was Mrs. Tomato. And to think that I don't even eat tomatoes! Flea Markets just bring out the best in people or the worst depending on the moment in which you would like to evaluate. You may choose between the moment right after the $5 tip and the meltdown after being told they can't go on a delivery! Our Memorial Day weekend is unique and something that we look forward to and also something that we look back on as a special memory with family. Yes there will come a day when there will not be two guys and seven kids all in red shirts and blue shirts standing in the parking lot selling flowers on a holiday weekend, but while those days do exist we will value them. –Halfcup