This week:
- A groundhog ate our garden. Notice that I do not mention a specific area of the garden or a particular plant or group of plants within the garden. Nope, he ate the whole thing. In one night. Well, at least the garden at the top of the yard by the patio. The tomatoes down below are still unscathed but I am not that hopeful. I've seen this groundhog in broad daylight and he is an animal of considerable girth, which I'm sure he feels he must eat adequately to maintain. Sigh.
- I've realized that the upside to the phase of having trouble falling asleep at night that Mariam has been in is that we get some pretty great "deep thoughts" type outbursts after she's been laying in bed musing for awhile. Usually they are the last thing she says before falling asleep. Last night: "Mama, is Australia an island?" And then she was out, just like that.
- We made ricotta gnocchi for dinner- again. It is kind of becoming my go to meal when I'm not sure what else to make. Now that I've got it down, it's really easy and pretty quick too. This time we had it with sauteed zuchinni, corn, tomatoes and carmelized onions. Oh, and lots and lots of parmesan.
- I decided that maybe Dan should do his residency somewhere in the country where there are no groundhogs. I should start researching our options.
- Mariam and I packed our bags to head out for a week of Suzuki music camp in central Vermont. We are out the door in an hour or so.
- I realized what a homebody my little girl is. She is excited about camp, but very, very hesitant to leave dad and kitty at home. And she packed her backpack full of her very favorite things to remind her of home. Of course, they are mostly rocks so I'll probably end up carrying her very heavy backpack around before too long.
