When There's Nothing Left To Do, Grow Tomatoes

It's one of my favorite times of year.

Spring Break.
Beautiful Weather.
Chirping Birds.

Final Four.

I woke up this morning with a single thought: Atlanta and four teams. Because of that, I have the laundry practically finished, dishes washed, porches cleaned, and not a hint of makeup on. I mean really... there's no need to do much beyond the brushing of the teeth and a half-done ponytail when leaving the house is not an option.

The youngest is not happy. She is an on-the-go kinda girl who does not understand her mother's obsession with basketball. She's standing on the porch talking to me now about growing tomatoes. Looking over my shoulder she says, Oh, you're writing another blog (and her emphasis on the word blog tells me she is not impressed).

Nothing like a kid to keep you humble.

She and her brother are out of school for the week. I've promised them a trip to the mall and a trip to the beach. It looks like both are going to work out for us in the next few days. Thank goodness. The weather is too nice to just stick to housework and besides, after the BIG game on Monday night, what else is there to do?

Apparently grow tomatoes.

I better get back to the conversation at hand. =)