Pretty pretty flowers

Our indoors is too unspeakably grim for words or even images. It's bad. There are boxes and orphaned toys and whiny children and whinier adults, and it's hot here even with the A/C, and there are just ever and even more things that need to go into boxes.

But outdoors, it's starting to be really lovely. The hydrangias are doing their big, beach-ball thing, the black-eyed Susans are about to go nuts, the yellow nameless daisy things are going strong, the bee balm looks really healthy and awesome, and the daylilies just started blooming today.







On the utterly random upside, I rediscovered the pleasures of bum-pinching today (don't worry! it was one of the designated bums I am allowed to pinch!) and there's just something delicious about making your kid squeal and scoot across the room in surprise. Then, of course, you all re-enter the coalmine atmosphere of moving preparations, and it's Grim City all the way until the gin runs out.