Maggie woke around 8:30. She laid down on the couch and I put Whitaker next to her and this is what happened:
Being out in that flower bed led me to see this:
My dad gave the kids big pumpkins last October for Halloween. We put them on our stone steps and didn't throw them out before the first snowfall. After a long winter of massive snowfalls, the pumpkins had rotted and decayed leaving nothing but a large pile of seeds that had started to sprout. I threw the seeds off to the side - not even scraping up any dirt for them to root into. A month or so later, here is my pumpkin patch. I couldn't figure out what those pretty yellow flowers were in that part of the bed - I knew I hadn't planted anything there. How exciting. Although, if they grow anything like the last batch of pumpkins I tried to do - Big Max Pumpkins - everyone will be pretty disappointed. My Big Max's turned out to look more like "little oranges."
Not even a two year old gets excited about carving a little orange!