The calendar says Spring, but it’s feeling a lot like Summer in our neck of the woods. We’ll compromise and call it Sprunger.

Our “classroom” has been officially relocated to the backyard for the season.

“wobot bwoke my wawnmower” robot is his imaginary nemesis/scapegoat. also, the best photobomb ever.

fairies welcome
mango pit + corncob holder = fruit popsicle

practicing for her birthday
more party prep
“dats me and dats david-bear”

hang up and drive

tucked into the neighbors’ fence

“They are much to be pitied who have not been given a taste for nature early in life.” -Jane Austen


Leave a Reply