I was running to my car and fell down and skinned my knee and foot. It looked a lot worse yesterday. Or maybe I'm just a wimp. Both.

Post-Easter traffic was horrible. Thanks for nothing, George Washington.

Easter in Massachusetts.

"I'm a turtle, I'm a turtle, I'm a turtle, I'm a turtle."

Another afternoon in the yard dissolved into laughter.

Austin supervised while I raked leaves and Theseus repotted our pumpkin seedlings.

One day on my way home from work, I drove up to find the street sign knocked over, no longer attached to the twisted pole. I couldn't just leave it there in the dirt.

We have three trees that flower in our yard - different shades of pink. As one begins to lose its petals, the next one is in bloom. This is the second tree.

Seedlings turn their little green faces toward the sun.

A new pet in our wood pile.