Stop and smell the ....weeds(?)!

Dante came running back inside yesterday as he was headed to the bus stop. I thought he forgot something, but instead he was just filled with excitement. He told me he had to come back in to tell me I had flowers in the yard, and the one by the mailbox was really pretty.





How lucky I am to have both such a beautiful "flower" (especially since I planted none), and a 9 year old boy who thinks such things are a beauty and joy.

When in reality I did try to mow, but couldn't get the mower started. (surprise...). Bart should feel blessed to be needed!

Beacause look what I did (with a little help) without him!











Old broken thermostat.
















New thermostat.