Well, since my wild creative genius was stymied, I headed to the tea house to start dragging out toys for the opening day at Camp Gramerly's Playdate. And what to wondering eye did appear? Eggs, everywhere.
And evidence that a nighttime critter believed it discovered the local drive-thru.
Poor critter will be disappointed this evening to find the drive-thru closed.
So, I spent most of the day bleaching toys. Since all of these things will spend the summer outside in the dirt, it probably is a bit ridiculous of me, but I hope to start well.
Our new table came in handy to dry the toys in the sun.
No matter how many times people come to visit, there are those who forget that you must have shoes to get in the creek. So, I buy shoes on clearance and keep all outgrown ones, hoping I have something for whoever is pining for some wading and rock skipping. This will be the only time you will ever see this. Most of the rest of year only one of a kind will be in the basket and where the other has been flung is anyone's guess. When Handy Man mows a few might be reunited with their mate. This results in some odd looking creek critters- boys with pink shoes and girls with one purple croc and one tie-dyed one, grown guys with my florescent sandals. Oh well, long as the job gets done.
We've enjoyed several delightful salads from this bed.
So, I'll postpone Playdate prep and head to the hospital tomorrow. I know they would appreciate your prayers.