But of course, I’m exhausted because I CHOSE to exhaust myself. Obviously I must have gotten hooked on the high that comes with not enough sleep and trying to do too many things in one day, which comes with having small ones to look after. Now that they are slightly less demanding than they once were, I am forced to continually come up with new ways to achieve that exhaustion high.

I’m Exhausted by Choice! (3rd edition! with new photo! snappy new layout!)

Today D and I began to shape and plant my little veggie, flowers and herbs patch up at the swim club. As C pointed out, I barely had any time to swim.  There was much soil to turn, and we added peat moss and coffee grounds to help improve the soil. A wet layer of newspaper topped with peat moss covered the surface where we planted beans, eggplant, marigolds, and sunflower seeds. I also planted “Big Max”– a handsome name for what we hope will produce a handsome pumpkin.

I forgot to take a “before” picture of the plot, but I’ll be going back there tomorrow and  will take some pictures of dry, hard, heavy dirt that’s largely clay so I can remember what I started with.  But the lovely mounds we left as we parted from the garden today, as the sky darkened with rain clouds and thunder rumbled in the distance, those mounds were as lovely and rounded as… anything nice you can think of.

Hey, commenters! Care to help complete the simile?