While we were planting the garden this afternoon, little mishievious imps were at work in our front yard. This was fun planting because we had the music system outside, listening to Seu Jorge sing David Bowie's hits in Portuguese, while the two youngers helped water in plants and water fight with each other. S took advantage of a dry spot outside and painted a picture. We realized that we had some garden real estate that needed filling, so we quickly changed clothes and were about to head out to the farmer's market when G looked out our bedroom window, gasped and ran out of the room. The others looked and followed suit. I thought maybe the creepy ice cream van was outside for its one visit during summer vacation, but I was so very wrong. This is what we found:
We got flocked by the middle school cheerleaders. Someone pays to have the flock move to your yard. You have the option of leaving them there for 2-3 days until the poor little girls and their adults, heads hanging, come pick them up from your yard OR you pay money to have them removed early...and for an additional fee you can "flock it forward" and send them to someone else. It was great fun and a lovely boost to the afternoon. After the kids gave each flamingo a name, we headed to the market to find some dill, purple basil, lavender and, of course, Cruze Farm ice cream for a treat.
The herbs are in the ground and the flamingoes have safely been sent to a protected habitat. The thunder is gone and G is snuggled up right next to her daddy, I'm no longer covered with dirt, worms and veggie plant food. All is calm in the house. It is a good night.
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