Remember, I am flexible. I go with the flow.  I have plans, you know, just in case. Just in case something goes my way.

So herein lies what actually wasn't planned:

Mike said he got the irrigation water for that evening and the trees needed  

fertilizing , which means today. As in  - now. The boys enjoy this job and like pruning, gives them a little income. So OK, I'm flexible. Off with you. 

On our way out to C*stco, Little Miss and I found the boys out in the trees.

Z sits in the back and passes out measured scoops of fertilizer.

 The fertalizer is then sprinkled around the base of the little trees or the trees with stakes by them. It took them about 3 hours to do the 35 acres on the home ranch.

When Little Miss and I got home from our shopping trip, we found the farmer rolling around in the pruning tower, looking for a good tree limb to re-hang the circular swing. Little Miss was pretty jazzed.

"Can I ride Daddy?"                                    And this is me not breathing.

I was mumbling to the dog about how flexible I am, and how I watch my only daughter giggle, stories above my head and how I simply smile with a brave fortitude. Meat-head showed no emotion for my plight.