progress

Progress is being made at the farm house.

William driving the Gator in the front yard.

Thankful, thankful, thankful.
We are very thankful for the help we've had. My Dad and Sandi spent their entire weekend with us, working from sun up to sun down {literally} on the house. They painted, peeled wallpaper, scrubbed walls, ripped up carpet, pulled out staples. They put in hour upon hour of hard work and were patient with me as I made paint decisions and helpful with the boys as they tried to help.
I dislike asking for help and really don't like accepting it. But we've been shameless this week. It's a huge project and we move on Sunday. We have needed all of the help people are willing to give. Thank you.

And I've made progress.
My beloved peonies are growing. They are spotted with buds. It's become a waiting game. I'm willing them to bloom this week. Anytime before Wednesday, May 5, please. They are my most favorite thing about spring in my yard. I cried to Patrick that I hated that the buyer will get to enjoy them and I will not {awful, I know}. He asked if I'd like him to cut them down. Chop them down to the ground. As I said he's an understanding man. But as I've mentioned, I've made progress. I said "no". She can enjoy my beloved peonies.
But,
I'm still hoping they bloom by Sunday. Or May 5th at the latest.
Did you hear that peonies? You have a deadline.