Mom and dad are doing outside work today.

Dad's finishing the grass. He would have done it all yesterday but the neighbor came with a load of barn-poo for the garden, so dad ended up shoveling poo all day yesterday. *teehee*
I went out and put the strawberry plants in the ground, picked the dried beans we left for seed, and pulled up the old dead bean plants (mostly done before the poo came... oh it smelled!).

So they're out there today. I wonder if mom felt this yesterday... I'm sitting inside thinking I should be out there helping them. Instead I'm inside.. doing nothing of consequence.

Sometimes I wonder at this - the feeling of guilt for not being "helpful". xd We're all messed up pieces of work, aren't we?