This weekend was...
The completion of our biggest outdoor task: turning the compost (Thank you Steve!). We have a four-bin system, but we are lazy composters. We just throw everything in there; carbon/nitrogen ratios be damned. Plus, we haven't turned it in two years (we blame Silas) so it has taken a very long time to all break down. We did find, though, enough finished compost in there to fill up some flower beds and we destroyed the home of only one small creature (who was kindly enough to stick his head out and say, "hello"). Success.
It was the first time that we tried to do yard work with Silas in tow. While Steve worked the bins, I cleared our raised beds (a task that I should have done last fall, but didn't -- again, I blame Silas), and the little guy had a blast crawling around the yard, chewing on sticks, and splashing in a big bowl of water that I gave him. He lasted for a full two hours. Mama only worried a little bit about him stumbling onto a nest of vipers or some other suburban yard threat.
Linking up with Amanda at The Habit of Being.