There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where
colors are brighter, the air softer, and the afternoon more
fragrant than ever again.
Why, yes, we did return to "The Garden" with the grands in tow. They seemed to enjoy their walk selecting the very path toward the sprinkler that John could not resist. Yes, we did load up a twisty willow tripod thingy as mentioned earlier in the week.
As I said to my neighbor when he jogged by, "I keep bringing
home the darnedest things."
Have a marvelous weekend!