Sunday Morning

So easy – I’m hankering for summer holidays. Just a week and a bit to go. I can’t wait for sleeping in and episodes of The Lord Of The Flies in the backyard. We have a few weekend trips planned over the next few months but nothing on the scale of #scotland or fucking #italy, and so backyard shenanigans are practically guaranteed. We do have a wedding in San Francisco – fingers crossed for positive shenanigans only.

Shenanigans aside, our summer is going to be the shit. This time last year, however, I had lots of fun things planned whereas this year I have precisely dick planned. I’m expecting similar results, though. Maybe I’ll think up themed day activities, rather than weeks.
We certainly aren’t having successful gardening camp this year – I’ve used up all my time writing rather than weeding or seeding or mowing or plowing or anything, so it might be a jungle camp if anything. The grass is literally as high as 7yo in places.
We could give the hideout another going over, and possibly the “paths” on the hill, but it might just be dragging the kids around to the gym and then bike riding and then who knows what else every other day during those deliciously hot weeks.
I’m trying not to think aloud about these things because Husband merely points out opportunities for finishing things I started many moons ago that I may or may not be interested in continuing. He might term such a thing Flotsam and Jetsam Camp. While he would no doubt love it, I’m not sure the kids would be as enthusiastic. Planned activities would include clearing paperwork from various surfaces, a good amount of shredding said paperwork, weeding, deconstructing the backyard fort, planting seedlings and weedlings in various states of rooting that have languished on the bathroom window sill for I’m not going to mention how long, updating the chicken accommodations, and opening cans of whoop-ass on the encroaching blackberries. At the very least, all of the above might very well improve the curb appeal of the house and Husband LOVES watching things change on Zillow. Maybe there would be an econonics camp in there somewhere, too.


Grade: Gardening Camp

Well, Gardening Camp lasted for a week and a bit of the scheduled two weeks but we did pretty well. Here is the original curriculum:
“…weeding and seeding… also making transplant starts of hydrangeas and roses; a fairy garden; using the lawn mowers, and probably riding around in the ride-on mower trailer, to keep the merriment rolling along; composting; working on the hillside path, and perhaps some landscaping blocks around the joint.”
So. We weeded and seeded one of the planter beds; hydrangea starts;


This one has grown from last year

fairy garden; hillside path. We also finished the hideout and had a few playdates centered around the hideout, so I consider them garden-centric and therefore part of the camp.


I alwats olant from seed, so it isn't at its "gardeny" best yet

Grade: B+

Survival Camp has been a different story, and my conclusion is thus: if SHTF then we are in trouble if it’s really hot, because we haven’t managed to do much at all this week.


We did redistribute the emergency supplies amongst the five backpacks

With all the earthquake activity along the Pacific Rim/Ring of Fire, I am doubly glad I had this idea.
Archery; making fire from scratch; foraging edible plants; camping; making emergency backpacks for the kids (we already have 2 big ones); making a solar oven and cooking with it; diy cheese; basic first aid. Conveniently, there is a Ham radio convention in our local area at the beginning of our scheduled camp week, and I have a book which teaches the basics. I shall try and include fishing, as well.
It was hot as a bastard last week and the week before that, so the plants from the first camp are struggling. The sprinklers are all on timers, though, so I will hope for the best.
We did the emergency backpacks, and some archery but it turns out that the arrows occasionally ricochet, and that shit is scary, so we need other safety gear before next time.
We didn’t forage or identify edible plants, but we did look out for poison oak, and the boys already know that dandelion is for tea and wine, and also bread and cookies. I completely forgot about the Ham Radio convention because it was super hot and we helped a friend with moving plans and then did bmx, and we didn’t do any camping because the tents might have caught on fire from the excessive heat.
Grade: pendimg; postponed.

Parent Teacher interviews went great, though.