Happy Father's Day.
This morning we escorted Chris out to the garden, where we have been hiding his present for the last few weeks. We couldn't bring it in to him because it, unlike many of its friends and neighbors, is flourishing.
Lucy and Studley gave Chris Brussels sprouts for father's day.
Chris loves Brussels sprouts. I do not, but am willing to give them a try fresh out of the garden. They'll be delicious, right? I do love the way they look when the little sprouts start to grow. I would maybe play marbles with them or find a sling shot. "And that's the house that used to have a granite sink in the driveway. Now there's just a woman who sits on the porch firing Brussels sprouts at dog walkers."
I don't mind dog walkers, but nobody else gets within range.