I am not having much success at sculpting cute fondant gymnasts. Yesterday's attempt produced what in real life would be a 70-year-old 500-pounder. I would show you pictures of my sad attempts if they weren't so embarrassing. I'm going to try ONE MORE TIME today.
Tomorrow I will bake the cakes. #3 wants chocolate. #1 wants the same grape soda cake that #4 got for her birthday. The frosting and decorating will happen Friday, cute gymnast or no.
When The Husband came home from work yesterday, he volunteered to start moving the arborist wood chips from the front field to the garden. I pounced on it - strike when the iron is hot, as they say. He moved 6 or 7 tractor buckets full of mulch to the ends of the garden; I pitch-forked it to the rows. There were more wood chips to be moved, but the tractor was almost out of diesel, so The Husband parked it, grabbed another pitchfork, and helped move the chips.
There are about 7 rows of peas, with thin landscape fabric between each row. The landscape fabric gets slicker than owl sh*t once it rains and mud washes onto the fabric. My intention in moving the wood chips was to spread it atop the landscape fabric to cut down on the slipperiness. But these chips are about half leaves, which is great, except that the leaves will be slick when they get wet. I went ahead and piled the chips/leaves on top of the landscape fabric between the rows, but when all the seeds have sprouted, I will probably rake most of it into the rows for weed control.
As we were preparing to leave the garden last night, I said to The Husband, "Let's take the lawnmower home and I'll mow the yard tomorrow." I could tell he was tired, so I offered him the lawnmower so that he could ride home. He didn't protest.
He got on that hateful lawnmower and turned the key ONE TIME, and it fired right up.
I shot the bird at the lawnmower as he backed it out of the shop.
He grinned smugly and said, "Don't be talking bad about the mower. It won't like you."
I said it was a little late for that tip.
As soon as the dew dries this morning, I'll mow the yard and then head to the garden to dig up some grass and finish spreading the wood chips. Then we'll see what we can do about that gymnast.
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