WHAT TO DO WITH SATURDAY?

Boy, blogging every day means I really have to stretch to have something of value to say.  My "catch-up" posts take a long time to put together.  Alan says just to do a sentence or two like Ashley sometimes does.  I am not only not as clever as Ashley, I don't have funny little subjects to highlight.  So today's is a stretch.  What do you think?

Lake Forest was a beautiful place to raise my children.  The trees unified the area.  The kids had the greenbelt and the creek close by to play in.  We were surrounded by wonderful people.  But sometimes I wish we had moved to this house in San Clemente to raise my family.  There are so many activities close at hand.  I could just imagine all the exploring and creative things children could do being so close to all that nature. Luckily, we have Bailey to enjoy the area as well as some of the kids on this street.

For the last few days, if you want to find Bailey, Morgan and Homar who also lives down the street, just look up--way, way up.  See them at the top of the hill.

What are they doing up there?

What kids do, making a better place to play. 

The way down is the cement water channel.

It is not that easy to remain upright and walk down.

But eventually you are there...

Tiring of playing in the wild, the kids were off to a carnival not too far away where the city of San Clemente was putting on a carnival to celebrate the new sports park they are building on the sight.

Meanwhile, it was about time for me to bring a little beautiful nature to my almost barren gardens.  As usual I buy more than I have daylight left to plant.

At least the most visible front garden got done.

The rest must wait for another day.  In Lake Forest I always waited for Alan to turn into my dad and spend all his spare time making our yard and gardens beautiful.  Alan kept the front yard neat and the bushes trimmed.  Sometimes he planted flowers.  But it just wasn't his passion.  Besides, in Lake Forest the awful eucalytus trees poisoned the soil and kept things from flourishing.  When we moved to SC, I decided I would be more like my dad myself and like my sister Rosemary and spend some time in the gardens.  I don't have as much time as I used to and our gardens often are sparsely planted.  But when the season changes, it is fun to see how beautiful the yard becomes with a little color.