Some Climbers and a Picnic

Look at this ridiculous thing:

Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? I walk outside and see this rose and usually make some kind of noise and wave my arms around and then bury my face in its blooms and whisper things to it.

Last fall, I gave this bush a severe lopping, donning all kinds of protective gear, because this is a vicious rose, a mean and nasty rose, a rip-your-skin-off-and-flay-you-alive rose. We’re talking bike helmets, people.

It has rewarded my courageous pruning with magnificence.

I love this thing.

I love this thing, too. He has always been a jumper, since we first met him. He throws himself off of everything, no fear whatsoever. But he has never been much of a climber, approaching monkey bars and climbing poles and trees with reluctance. But suddenly, after two rough weeks of challenging behavior and bedtimes, he has emerged on the other side as a CLIMBER.

I am so proud of him for overcoming his fears.

These sillies:

And now, the picnic! Kingwood, aunties, cousins, peacocks, food. It’s a party.

(stole this from Heidi’s facebook, bwahahaha!)

And now, it rains. Thank goodness, and I won’t have to water!