Pollen on the driveway, pollen on the windows, pollen on my car, pollen on the lake.

It was hot chocolate.

Beauty in the face of a broken lawnmower.

Orderly without a little pair of hands to play with them.

Alone again for the weekend - pistachios for dinner.

The next round of blooms are here.

"Guys, what am I doing in the kitchen? I'm a bath toy."

"I'm going to ruin every photo you try to take of me," he said. But he didn't.