Flowers Always

I must have flowers, always, and always. ― Claude Monet Natasha is camping this week and I have chosen to stay behind with the furry kids. We are still somewhat discombobulated from the move to a new place, mostly schedule-wise and remembering where everything is in the kitchen. Luckily, I know the refrigerator and Gibbs still knows the smell of chicken. Before Natasha left, we spent time shopping for patio flowers. We are behind schedule, or at least I am. IRead more