We had a busy, busy weekend of hot weather, cranky kids, minor league baseball games, yard work - all the good things in life. :) I neglected the inside of my house to tend to the outside. I'm not much a yard work person. It feels like I do hours and hours of work, stand back, and see no difference. I was not blessed with the gardening gene. I do appreciate flowers, though. On our walk to the baseball game, the sweetest wildflowers were growing along the path. I have no idea what they're called. The kids picked me some (of course) and they were all wilted by the time we got home. I still put them in water and they perked right up begging to be painted. I really love the leaves.