I anticipate my survival of the fittest mantra will go into effect shortly. With my plant itch reaching a fever pitch, a swing by the local native pollinator nursery is definitely on the agenda. The garden has a plethora of spots left that could use greenery, and I’m ready to give the bees and butterflies a buffet to enjoy. I’ve got my eye on some coneflowers and goldenrods, which will fit perfectly in the sun-soaked corners of the yard. Maybe I’ll even get Evelyn involved in the planting—her curious nature might just turn her into a little gardener, too.
Earlier today, I shared a super secret with Evelyn—how to coax Archie up onto the bed. Since he’s usually a floor dog, the rare mattress invite has him perched tight with his leg drawn like a bow, always on edge. One wrong move or noise, and he leaps back to the floor like it’s home base in a game of tag. Evelyn, wide-eyed with excitement, took to the secret like it was the code to unlocking a treasure chest. She loves when he stays with her, and their bond is growing stronger.
Of course, Evelyn doesn’t always get it right—sometimes she’s a little too enthusiastic, clapping her hands and squealing, which spooks Archie right off the bed. But her giggles at his sudden retreat always make it worth the effort. Watching them together is the sweetest, and I love to soak it in.
Between the plants and the dog antics, this weekend has the potential to be a good balance of calm and chaos. I feel like I’m on the edge of that sweet spot where I’m productive but not overwhelmed. The sun’s out, the air smells like fresh cut grass, and I’ve got a family that’s present and playful—what more could I want?
Tomorrow, I’ll get my hands in the dirt, and I’m hoping Evelyn will get a kick out of finding worms. If there are worms? And once Archie tires himself out from following us around the yard, maybe he’ll actually stay on the bed for once. That’s the dream, anyway.
Love, Jaclynn
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