It rained a lot here in Maryland when I was away. When I returned home, I saw this little bit of organic poetry:
My hydrangeas have returned.
I needed this beauty. My son decided to throw a towel at my face last night. My FACE!
It's hard to be a grown-up when objects are hurled your way.
Then, this morning, he had his first last day of school. He got a certificate. I cried.
It's all happening so fast.
Some of my hydrangea bushes are weighed down with blossoms. I cut a few and placed them in a mason glass jar.
Owen's green beans are also coming in.
He says, "I'll keep them safe. And then I'll eat 'em."