This week's flowers, some from below the hill and always a work in progress as I add new ones I find and take out the ones that are starting to fade.
For some reason the flowers in this one look like those fake flowers you can buy at craft stores. None of them are fake, though, I promise.
Kinda weedy, this one.
Much better, thanks mostly to the hollyhocks. I have to be very vigilant to catch the hollyhocks right as they open, lest they get chewed to tatters by the grasshoppers.
Last week's taller arrangement all lit up:
This was its spot on the altar.
The whole altar. The flowers are more visible in person, but still pretty small. Which is fine, because they're supposed to be a complement, not a focus.
In non-flower news, I replaced the slider on the deli drawer yet again, and as always, I used my beloved Leatherman multi-tool.
I needed both the screwdriver on it, and the pliers to bend a small piece of metal straight.
That Leatherman was the very first gift A. ever gave me--at my request--and here we are 22 years later and I still have it. The only reason I still have it is because I keep it in a drawer in the kitchen and everyone in the family knows that if it ever goes missing, I shall be very put out.
The most recent gift A. brought for me was very unexpected.
Say what?
He was at the store with a list I had made for him that included "dill pickle chips." What I meant was dill pickles cut into rounds, because I have a child who loves pickles on sandwiches and I don't have any homemade pickles right now. A. did not know that product existed. Likewise, I did not know dill pickle flavored chips existed. Hence, a very amusing misunderstanding.
All of the children loved these chips, though, so I guess it was a happy mistake in the end. Although I still don't have any actual pickles.
And last, guess what I found on my pillow. (It was not a chocolate.)
Out, damned grasshopper! Out, I say!
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
P.S. As of today, we have a new 13-year-old, which brings us to two teenage boys and counting.
