As I sat outside today, watching Mia disappear through grass as tall as she is and and shaking my head as Leila played with "sand" (really the dry dirt from a hole dug by Princess, our dog), I was thinking of the nicest way to tell my husband that he needs to mow the damn lawn already. Poor Mia looked like she needed a machete to cut her way through the brush to make it back to the patio, Leila was smart enough to play in the only clearing in the the yard (the aforementioned hole) and if I listened hard enough, I could hear the bugs telling all their friends in the neighborhood that our back yard is the jackpot to colonize. Just as I was about to send my husband a friendly little reminder text, Leila comes from around the patio table and says "SURPRISE", as she hands me the prettiest little bouquet of flowers. As I looked around to see who's garden she could have ripped them out of, I realized that they came from our very own yard. Apparently, if you let the grass grow, ahem, long enough, little wild flowers emerge. And I'm not talking about your run-of-the-mill dandelions, I'm talking about tiny blue flowers and what look miniature daisies and others that resemble itty bitty pink buds clustered together. It was such a pleasant surprise that I took a picture of my wildflower bouquet and decided to give my husband a break... for now.
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