Unintentional Activity

So, I sort of went and walked 5.2 miles today, 2.6 of it while pushing a 37 pound kid. See, I kind of promised Sarah that the next time it was nice out I'd take her in the stroller to school. Which is a 1.3 mile trip each way. And it was beautiful in the morning with a chance of rain in the afternoon, but then the afternoon was gorgeous, too, and suddenly the day ended with my having walked twice as far as I've managed since... hmm... the '90s? And I'm feeling oddly okay. Which means there will be hell to pay tomorrow, I assume.

Also, I did this a couple days ago:

There are plants in them thar beds! Not much to look at now, but trust me, in three years? Lush perennial fabulousity.

But I'm a gardening lightweight compared to my kid brother. Want to see what he's working on? 

That's all going to be vegetables. There are additional smaller beds that you can't see in this photo, plus an enormous pumpkin/gourd patch a few yards off. I helped do some seed sowing. I better get a jar of dilly beans or cornichons out of it at pickling time.

Mom, you're welcome.