Based on the appearance of Will's legs last night, I'd say it was a wonderful first long weekend of the season!
After weeks of hearing Will lament in agony about having to wait for outdoor swimming season to start, we opened our pool last Wednesday. Will checked the water thermometer every couple of hours whenever he was home and kept us all updated as the mercury crept upwards at a snail's pace. Finally, on Sunday, the water temperature reached a "balmy" 65 degrees, and our impatient and determined adventurer announced that he was not going to wait any longer. Is anyone really surprised that he was the first one in the pool this season?
I cracked up when a gasping Will emerged from the chilly water after that first jump in and announced, "Whoo! That was brisk!".
By yesterday, the hot temperatures outside raised the water temperature to a tolerable 70 degrees, and Noah joined his brother for some long awaited fun and games in the pool. Matt and I sat in the welcoming shade of a green tree near the water to watch them, and I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me as I heard the boys laughing and splashing and remembered how good summer vacation always feels.
But it's not quite summer vacation yet, and Matt and I spent a large part of the weekend working hard to make our yard a little haven we can all enjoy in the warm months. Our biggest project was the completion of three new raised vegetable gardens, and I'm so excited about them I wanted to share them here.
We filled the gardens with a mixture of black earth, rich compost material, and peat moss to provide a healthy growing medium for the seeds I'll be planting soon. While browsing on Pinterest, I found many pictures of raised bed gardens that were surrounded by pea gravel and I really liked the look and functionality of that idea, so we finished our gardens off that way, too. (I'm not sure how much Matt liked the idea when he had to lug and shovel bins full of rocks all over the place, but he really likes the end result, too!)
Will eventually relaxed this weekend, too, in a tiny old rocking chair that used to be his (and before that, mine when I was a small child). He found it in our basement storage room and decided on his own to lug it upstairs and keep it in his room because "it's just perfect" for him. So sweet to see that my high-energy nine year old boy still hasn't outgrown his fondness for the calm and gentle motion of rocking. I love this kid.