Once again today, I pulled over on the side of the highway, grabbed the pruners from the trunk, and cut some beautiful flowers to bring home. They were sad, droopy, and hastily plunked in a vase when I came home, and there they sit.
There were important things to be done after supper, like going to the closest beach we could (all of two minutes from here) and playing in that amazing salty summer air and the (surprisingly warm) water. A certain small someone sort of fell in and was stripped down to his diaper, and a certain someone else had a great time dodging the waves. I'm planning on a lot more of that in the next few months.