It's Valentine's Day. What better time to talk about virgins. Afterall, I am a virgin. Now, I have obviously had sex enough times to birth two children, so I'm not talking about the time I spend in between the sheets. I'm talking about harvesting. Gardening. Getting your hoe down.
Recently we realized that our girls have finally grown enough to hang out on our small patio. No one will fall over, and only one of them will eat dirt. So we thought that it was about time to take another look at our empty pots and make something happen.
Enter, the Virgin Harvest, a lovely little get together (of sorts), organized by dig this chick, one of my new favorite blogs/bloggers. My gardening prowess would probably have stayed hidden, but this organized chaos has helped to bring it all to the surface (or at least to the blog).
Okay, so I didn't actually do any of the planting. I was just the photographer. But this is a family journey, and we are going to try our damndest to keep these flowers and arugula alive.
In other virgin news, I cut Jocelyn's hair for the first time. A mullet had managed to find it's way on the back of her head, and I had to do my motherly duty and get rid of it. I've been wanting to have her wear her hair down for the first time in I don't know how long. Let's just say that this white mama has come a long way from the early days.
Happy Valentine's Day!