We labored right through the holiday weekend, putting some final 2009 touches on the new garden we added this year, the pictures of which we will share soon.  The story of the garden itself is pretty good, one that I'll want to spend a little more time formulating before I throw it up here, so you'll have to take my word for it that by the time Monday night rolled around we were three tired puppies.  Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that, in addition to all that labor, we also partied our way through the weekend.  The full moon was delightful on Friday night, so we donned bug spray and long pants, grabbed our flashlights, and went for a full moon hike in the meadow, looking for bats and owls.  We didn't find any owls, but we found plenty of wonderful bats, and a handful of yawns as well.  Saturday, of course, was Opening Day for tailgaters, and Sunday found us staying up late yet again, this time for a camp fire in our own driveway (the backyard patio doesn't exist yet), complete with marshmallows and ghost stories.  I'd say it was a perfect holiday weekend.