“Side!”

Our little garden helper would be content to stay outside all day long. Whenever we come back in, he moans “Side! Side!” and points at the door.

When Jeffrey was about Wallace’s age, he said the same thing so often that his nickname became “Side”!

59 :: Out in the Mist

It is one of those days when the sky never clears and the mist hangs low and everything is wet. The last day of February. It smells like spring but we are not fooled because six inches of snow are predicted to fall tomorrow.

And so, we go outside and play in the puddles.