The biggest boy appropriated party of our front yard within the last few weeks as his garden. (I confess that I am hoping to talk him into a sunnier location in the backyard when planting season arrives.) He has spent a great deal of time out there grooming the ground and literally arranging the mulch. He even hauled one of the chairs from the kids’ table in the basement, which is an antique!, up to provide him with seating and rearranged the potted “plants” from near the front door. I love what he’s done with the place, and he has drawn everyone out the door in a season in which we normally only pop out occasionally for quick trips. The baby has even gotten in on the action.