Noah and the Sandbox.

This weekend was warm and sunny, which means that Noah played outside for the vast majority of it. Mostly, he sat around, moving dirt about in the patch of his lawn that I believe is officially called a "garden," but which appears to this simple observer to be a sort of sandbox for adults.



You be the judge, readers.



The warm weather also brought the fortuitous coincidence of my finishing a bottle of olive oil and some wild daisies springing up in our backyard. So for the next few days, anyway, we'll have some fresh flowers on the table.

(And for the rest of the spring, we'll have an ungodly ant infestation.)