Spring Evenings

It's a magical time here in Houston.

Meaning, it's temperate.

We have been taking full advantage.

That's my girl. Drawing while wearing hot pink gloves.

It's only 75*.

The letter A.

Who knew the roots under our driveway were phonetically inclined?

A Clone.

Where does it all go?

Climbing high.

Sort of.

Grill it.

I can still see you.

Tree Root Man.

Perfectionist.

Playing to the point of utter exhaustion.

My odd birds.

We know this mild climate won't last long.

But for now...it's spring.

And we are savoring every second.