Today as Mason was emptying the dishwasher he was cheerfully humming to himself and working without complaint. As I wandered in to pour myself another cup of tea he was standing at the silverware drawer having just emptied the basket. I noticed a pile of clean spoons on the counter.
"Hmmm?" I answered.
"Do you like my art?"
"I do! You've arranged them just so."
"Can you take a picture of it?"
I went and grabbed my phone to take a picture to humor him.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Will you put that picture on your blog?"
"Sure, I can do that."
"Will you keep your blog forever? If you do then when you die I can take it over."
"Ok, Mase, when I die you can take over my blog."
I have very strict instructions that when I die I am to wait on the steps of heaven for Mason to join me when he is old and dies. No matter how long it takes I have to be there waiting for him.
Please pretend like those weeds aren't there. I got excited about the project and 'planted' the 'flowers' without first doing the hard part.
I saw this done once upon a time and thought that it was a great idea to brighten up a spot while waiting for the real thing to come in. So I went to the dollar store and found a ready supply. We get a good East wind here in the Spring so my 'flowers' are dancing.
I will go out this week and remove all those weeds. But in the meantime I am enjoying the show.