You know what always ceases to amaze me? Is that when a man (my husband, in particular) can pick up even the slightest subtle call or hand gesture in baseball, or any sport for that matter, yet is completely oblivious to subtle and even not so subtle hints at home. Like, say I leave a couple huge windows leaning in front of the garage, waiting to be moved up to the garden house area in preparation for building.

Nah. Doesn’t even see them.

Doesn’t even pay attention.

After all, there is no glove nor mitt, no club, no tee, no golf ball involved in building a garden house. Just a lot of hard labor and sweat.

Or maybe he does notice, or recognize, but is choosing to look the other way?

Yeah, I bet that’s it.

Come with me and watch the first episode of Brooke’s Garden House!!

Do you ever tack on “ish” at the end of a word when you really mean kind of? I do all the time. Maybe it’s because I’m lazy when I speak? …

Breaking ground never seemed so sweet. We are finally breaking ground on the long overdue garden house, and I couldn’t be more thrilled! In my longest, most wildest garden house …