Smells Like Patchouli & Weed in Here...

At the moment, Sara is down in DC for a conference & I'm trying to buy a car, trying to convince people to give me some catering work, and hanging out with the chilluns - so things are a bit hectic around here, as usual. Had a productive past few days though, aside from all of that... finally had a minute to finish the garden out front, even though it's a more modest selection than in the past. We do have the basics though - San Marzano, Cherry and Rutgers-Hybrid tomatoes - some peppers - butternut squash - cilantro, rosemary, sage, thyme - and Thai, Minuette, Ruffled Purple, and Globe basil. mmmmmmm.... oh, and for the one person that might actually care, still have red & golden raspberries, concord & pinot noir, mission fig, pear, and a peach tree that is going through some sort of 'roid rage at the moment. Seriously, it's unbelievable... we have an Alberta Dwarf peach tree that is about 15 feet tall or so, and the thing has so much freakin fruit that the whole tree is bent over and the top branches are touching the ground. So far I've picked about twenty pounds, made two batches of jam, force fed them to the kids, and they're still coming. Every morning when I walk out the door I'm half expecting to see some musclebound high school wrestler injecting oxymetholone and horse tranquilizers into the trunk... "Yeah man, you look ripped! You're gonna kick that fig tree's ass! Those puny grapes have nothing on you man! Headbutt!"...
On the completely opposite end of the high school clique spectrum, Sam has learned his first protest song. For some odd reason (I think it was Sara's doing) he has latched on to Dan Zane's cover of "We Shall Not Be Moved"... Granted, it's a good song and pretty catchy, but if there was a Wikipedia entry for Really-Ass-Funny it would be a video clip of Sam sitting in the back seat singing "We shall, we shall not be moved. We shall, we shall not be moved. Just like a tree, planted by the water, we shall not be moved..." He's got the look down too - little bit of sorrow mixed with camaraderie and sheer determination. Seriously, drop him into the middle of a logging protest and he would fit right in.
Oh yeah, I'm also posting a picture of Stella and my father sleeping... just because I thought it was funny...