Mouths of Babes

My son, Julian, drew this sketch of his mother. What a perceptive child. I'm not talking about his rendering of my figure. But those enthusiastic eyes at the sight of giant sunflowers might be right.

Waiting for Spring

This has been the longest winter ever and I am expecting the first daffodil to show up this week and let us know that it really is over. This little planting (at the corner pub) struck me as an attempt to simulate daffodils. But no.