This past weekend, Peter planted new grass seed in large sections of our backyard where the lack of grass was causing the soil to start to erode. Lily wasn't allowed to be out there until he finished, because she thought it was great fun to dig up the seeds as soon as they were buried. So, she spent hours sitting at one of the back windows, watching him and whining piteously. It was, shall we say, not the most conducive environment to getting work done, as I was trying to do inside the house.
After Peter finished the planting and Lily was released from the