Just some pics from a super hot, but satisfying trip to our neighbor's garden. Rowan got a new pair of scissors and eagerly cuts flowers and mint. His vocabulary has grown to include words like calendula and fennel. Our basket is filled with eggs that he helps gather straight from the chickens' coop. Sometimes when we get home, I make a toad in the hole for his dinner with the eggs he collected. He knows that eggs come from chickens and not the refrigerator section at Stop n' Shop. Sometimes I wonder if I should forget preschool, and just set him free in a vegetable garden each morning. The significance of the life lessons that he is picking up here has not been lost on me. I suspect that these lessons are going to do him more good than his abc's.