I did yardwork most of the morning, which was great. I know I've said this before, but yardwork is so satisfying. Here's Baby playing with the kitty. She just loves that cat.
And then this afternoon, I went to the nursery. Yes, I know, it's a dangerous place for me. I think we've discussed this before, the fact that I have no self-control when I go to the nursery. But... I was on a mission. Since our neighbors took down their shade tree, we were determined to replace it, on our side of the fence. So, I got another Chinese Pistasche. And I asked the nursery man for one with lots of color. The kind you want is the Keith Davies variety. It is just brilliant in the fall. So, here it is. I had to run and get my dad's pick-up to take this bad boy home with me. I'm standing there looking at the mini-van and the tree (and the whiskey barrel, I also purchased) and thought, "this isn't going to work!" Fortunately, my parents live close, so it all worked out.
Then I went grocery shopping and stopped to get these.... these... jewels. Don't they look delicious? The road side strawberry stands are popping up all over the place. I love this time of year. Oh my word. It is the best. The kids all had some and then the box was on the table and all the sudden Bubba says, "Baby's in the strawberries" and she'd gotten up on a chair and was covered in strawberry juice and had the biggest smile on her face. I don't blame her. They're delicious!