Today was one of those beautiful days where you can't help but be outside. I "heard" there's more rain on our horizon, but I haven't verified that information yet and I don't even want to think about it.
We actually managed to get outside and work in the yard. Which means...I took care of my gnomes. First, I cleared out the flower bed. Lots of sticks and stuff that have no business being in the flower bed - like basketballs, crayons (don't ask - I don't know either), little cars. Then, I washed the dirtiest gnome. He was filthy and he ended up getting his mouth washed out with soap, too, because he was telling the little frog perched on his mushroom dirty stories. I caught him and he was not remorseful even after the mouth brushing. I don't know. Those gnomes...go figure. He's the ring leader though, so it's hard to tell with him.
As it turns out, I only lost one with all of the basket throwing and crazy chaos of dogs, children, balls, and things. He's awaiting medical attention in the shed, (he lost his hat) though I do hope to purchase some crazy glue and have him back with his cronies in the very near future. We even unfastened my mother's day gnome . So far, so good. He's enjoying his hokey-stick-hammock-set-up in the newly tan barked flower bed. No demonic appearances, though it might be too early for that.
All of the gnomes seem happy. And I'm happy, too. I conned B away from his tree trimming to go get some of the free tanbark our town offers, I transplanted a bunch of hostas, and ran to the store for flowers. I even bought a big fern for the hanger on the back porch.
The injured thumb made shoveling a little difficult and the stupid thing started bleeding again. I also have two blue fingers from spray painting a chair (that stuff does not want to come off). We got a lot done, but we still have quite a bit to do. This week is our town's annual street fair (and if you remember, I look upon that day with great loathing) and I'd like to get a little more done before we're inundated with guests and drop in company, but we'll see.
I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow...