Apologies to the handful of you loyal readers who have seen this. It's a re-post. But, I've been reveling in the tiny harvest of flowers that our "garden" has bequeathed upon us and remembered these shots. The little one in green is all mine. The big one in green with a lacy white canopy, courtesy of my sister's garden. Every spring an amazing crop of the most beautiful hydrangeas sprouts under her kitchen window and I am the lucky beneficiary. Picking to my heart's continent.
In fact, yesterday I had a little harvest of my own. Our two lilac bushes have bloomed for the first time since planting them a couple of years ago. Granted, I only got one heavenly-scented conical branch from each bush, but still, it's lilac. One dressed in powdery lavender, the other a glorious pristine white. Oh, and the viburnum is putting on its showy snowball performance. Truly amazing. Photographs to follow soon.
Hope you're enjoying your weekend!
An update: I've received a few emails today asking about the variety of the hydrangea pictured. Unfortunately I do not know. But while flipping through a magazine tonight I came across a hydrangea from "Proven Winners" called "Incrediball" Hydrangea that looks quite similar. It's an Annabelle hydrangea with huge flowers and strong stems that's hardy and heat tolerant. Sounds like a winner. Amazon has it here.
Impossible, but true. Right from the get-go he surprised us with his blond hair and hasn't stopped wowing us since. His boundless energy, effervescent personality, inimitable smile, athletic prowess, superstar dance moves never cease to amaze me. We love you little big boy and are truly blessed to watch you grow and blossom into the most astonishing human being. Happy Birthday, J!
I just came across these images from an old post. Back when I had all of two readers, one of whom was probably my husband. All that to say that these are probably new to you and as for me, I can't believe my third born was ever such a tiny bundle of deliciousness. Actually, being the "baby" he seems frozen in time, but looking at these images I'm shocked at just how little baby remains. Almost makes me want another one. Almost. Just for a second. You know, sticking your face into that delicious warm baby neck. Ugh, I better stay away from Mr. P tonight (I think my ovaries just exploded).
Apologies to the handful of you loyal readers who have seen this. It's a re-post. But, I've been reveling in the tiny harvest of flowers that our "garden" has bequeathed upon us and remembered these shots. The little one in green is all mine. The big one in green with a lacy white canopy, courtesy of my sister's garden. Every spring an amazing crop of the most beautiful hydrangeas sprouts under her kitchen window and I am the lucky beneficiary. Picking to my heart's continent. 
...my nephew's new hat
...my other nephew's new hat
After all, where else can you be challenged to a Hungry Hippos tournament at 11:00 am and then follow-up with catch the underwear clad opponent at 11:15. This is my kinda work!
We've officially made it through the first week, with nary a tear in sight. Well, that's not true, no tears from the big boy. Me, on the other hand, now that was another story. And thankfully, because of Labor Day, no school until Wednesday. More time for me to love on him! But I do have to admit I'm sooo proud of the big kid. He hung in like a trooper.
"Mama, please stop taking pictures of me!"
