My dream job is to be a tropical gardener. Unfortunately, the going rate for tropical gardening is about $150 a month where I live. That is no vacation.
This photo is the beginnings of one of my current garden projects. The area behind the woven fence is a secret hideout for the kids. As they get older, we'll gradually build it into a fort. The plants in the grass are all recently planted cuttings. Within a few months, they will be tall enough that they will make the scary forest that you have to pass through to get to the hideout. There is a painted cement frog next to the gate to keep guard, and we'll add some gnomes, birds and other statues as we find the right ones.
Bamboo poles line the path before and after the gate until you get in the very back, at the corner of the wall. The gate is the side of the crib that both of them refused to use, even as babies. They enjoy it much more as a door to keep everyone out than they did when it was a door to keep them in.
So far, their favorite hideout activity is to go inside and then yell at anyone who walks into the yard. They don't think that you can tell who is yelling, since you can't see them (you can). I'm pretty sure that they make fun of me and call me names in a combination of filipino, visayan, spanish, and baby talk.They know better than to call me names in English ;). Chris and Alexa figured out pretty quickly that dad is monolingual and take advantage of it accordingly. I spend about 10 minutes trying to find them, and then when i finally do, they start laughing uncontrollably. Then i go away and we repeat our act from the beginning. I'll admit that i'm extremely jealous of anyone who can be that entertained that easily. It's a pretty contagious state of mind, and i'm grateful that they are willing to share it.
|The Secret Hideout|