Whilst The Spouse was doing Back to School Night and I was playing amateur psychologist for the Big Guy (what do you say when your kid announces he wants to bury a vial of his blood in the backyard as proof that he existed or asks “Can I be buried next to you and Dad?”?) (Really! I need to know!) AND the Middle Child (four days into the new school year and she is devastated that she is being boxed in with the “nerdy” freshmen when CLEARLY she is one of the cool people) (a more common conundrum but one that defies response as much as the Big Guy’s) the Little Guy was creating a feast for me.
He took me by the hand and led me to the backyard to my “flower bower” where I sometimes have breakfast or lunch.
Meanwhile, this fabric is up for sale HERE. Again. (To answer Megz question, I bought acres of this stuff and this is what is left over after making curtains and pillows, etc. etc. etc. but thank you for the compliment!)