They Did It Again

Kiddos went to Ovation award show Monday evening. 

I sweetly texted "Send me a pretty photo please."

At 11:30 last night I get these

Then this one

I see a pattern forming

How Cute Are They?

Taken last night after I asked ( begged) for a photo.

I rarely get a "normal" photo.

This is what I get when I ask for photos.

97% of the time

They think it's hilarious.

I have dozens like this

When they are famous, and they will be,

I will sell these to a tabloid ( kidding).

They would not care, as their personalities 

and souls are carefree and funny. 

 

They are wonderful people

I love them so much.

My focus, my mantra, my purpose, my plan.

Embrace Goodness 

and the funny

Z

Hard Work Rewards

The kiddo's apartment interior is adorable but I think my 

girl chose this place because of 

this outdoor space by her back kitchen door. 

No one else in the house walks or uses 

this area so they decided to take on the project 

and make an extended living area for themselves.

My girl had a vision, like her mama does.

The apple landed on her head not just close to the tree.

This is how it looked when I went down 

a couple weeks ago. They had moved in about a month prior.

My car was filled with vintage ladders, pots, rakes, 

soil, shovels and a blower. It was to be a working trip.

Those two dug and leveled and cleaned 

and worked their A's off. I washed walls, cleared ivy, planted

and reorganized all the cupboards inside.

I got permission first, I didn't just commando re-do.

I split the paver cost with them but the rest 

they did on a very modest budget.

My girl dragged the table home after

finding it on the street. The chairs Ben 

discovered for them at 13.00 each.

I provided an umbrella stand that I had extra 

from home, and Hannah just snagged the umbrella

on July 4th clearance.

They still have that small section to

 finish with turf in front of the fence. 

There are industrial edison bulb lights,

(extras from mom) and they plan to hang pots

 and more lights from the clothesline posts.

 (there are two, I cropped one out)

They sent me this yesterday as they 

completed the turf on the 

right side. Dirty knees and hands 

and so pleased with themselves.

Just out of site is an enormous tree,

providing all this pretty dappled light.

In early afternoon I would sit out there

and watch the many squirrels leaping through

the branches and pelting me with debris.

I loved it, but my son thought I was crazy to be so

happy to see squirrels. I grew up with squirrels

and found them frustrating as they ravaged my feeders in PA;

but after 30 plus years in the desert,

 I am enamored of their antics.

One last look.

Yay Tom and Hannah!

Granddog

Not sure how else to identify

this beautiful guy

David.

He is the beloved dog of Hannah and Tom.

They brought him up to meet me

this past weekend.

Ben was also here a couple days ahead of them

and we had some great long chats and as always

he looks around to see what he can help me with.

Such a wonderful son.

We were all a bit concerned if Howie 

could handle an intruder but he was a champion.

David hardly ever makes a sound but the one 

time he play growled to play, 

Howie leapt onto my lap then up 

over the shoulder and tried clinging to

the top of my head.

I have the nail punctures in my scalp to prove it.

He was searching for the highest point of escape

in the room. It was funny and sad at the same time.

They never played but slept pretty close

 together for 3 days without incident.

David is the mellowest dog I have ever met,

and of course he is adored by his folks.

I love having my family all home 

and it is sad to see them leave,

 but we try to get together often and

 Ben has new plan for me to make it easier.

The rest of the world is sad and horrifying and 

basically a cluster/you know what.

sigh

dog love

mama love for her kids

It's all I can focus on right now.

Oh I hear I'm in Flea Market Decor

coming out in July.

I'll let you know when if you wish to take a peek.

HIBERNATION TIME

the 100's are here.

Keep writing me folks.

I love it.

Z