Steps to our door.

S’s crayons.

A visitor to our yard.

Mischievous, no?

Red Hibiscus in our new front yard.

And harsh life as well. We passed this roadkill on the way home. For some reason, I started humming a tune from childhood, “O Tom the toad, O Tom the toad, why are you lying in the road?” R insisted that I take a picture and unfortunately, it is the only photo I took that day.

Now it’s H’s turn to ride in the seat in the front of the cart.

Spatula City needs an annex.

The gray isn’t, but some of the other spools are.