A little fall nature walk
It is definitely fall here, as evidenced by the lovely color of our little maple tree out on the hell strip (this is what my mother-in-law calls the little strip of land between the sidewalk and the street).
This pic of our Japanese maple being taken over by some weird green vine shows my complete lack of desire to do any yard work whatsoever (my mother-in-law gets so annoyed with me when she comes over):
Here are the raspberries we planted earlier this year. We got two bushes for $1.99 each, and they just keep producing raspberry after raspberry. We planted them between the driveway and the house to try to contain them (since they spread like crazy), which means that I get to grab a couple every time I go out to the car. Yum!
On to the backyard, where we have a gigantic fig tree (in a tiny yard) that is threatening to envelop the play structure and the corner of the house...
It's a pretty tree, but we're cutting it down ASAP because of this:
Sydney can't even play back there at all anymore because the entire back yard is covered in rotting, moldy figs. It is so disgusting. Even if we liked figs, which we don't, this tree probably produced close to 1,000, most of which are half-eaten by birds and squirrels before they are ripe enough for a human to want them (and out of reach at the top of this thing, which is gigantic). It is going to be an icky, icky job cleaning them all up.
On a brighter note, we also have some tomatoes that are going to be ready to slice up and put on hamburgers soon. Nothing can compare to the taste of a ripe, home-grown tomato fresh off the vine! Ripen, you tomatoes, ripen!
Sydney got a little delivery from the mailman yesterday:
Ever since we went to Hood River this past summer and rode on Thomas, she has been absolutely crazy about him. She gets so excited, that just saying "Thomas" will throw her into a gleeful fit. When I first got this out of the box and opened it up, she ran into the kitchen to hide. She spent about 10 minutes slowly coming out to the living room, peeking around the corner, then shrieking and running away again. This was followed by an hour or so of her crawling in and out of the two doors on Thomas, yelling "Mommy, I'm in my Thomas tent! I'm in my Thomas tent, Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Hey, anything that keeps her busy that long is A-okay in my book...