You've seen us.
We're the car just ahead of you that simultaneously brakes, flips on the blinker, and turns precipitously as soon as we spy a historical marker. We are the people for whom the tongue and cheek plaque, "*ON THIS SITE IN (name a date), NOTHING HAPPENED*" was created
I'm not so sure Abbie isn't making dust angels.
Hurst Greenery spring training 2012. No, Josh is not pushing a cart; we don't let the kids do that before they turn three....Joke! Joke!
Yeah. She definitely needs her toes in the sand. Still February 2012.
Beaches are for daydreaming. In real time, the greenhouses were building big icicles in February of 2013.
And Aaron is old enough for some elementary basketball! That means some serious bleacher time.
And it's February 23 again. Every week in February is like Groundhog Day and Christmas wrapped together. FedEx, or UPS, or a Tagawa Greenhouse grower truck arrives dropping off 2, 4, 6, 8 or several pallets of stacked boxes. Before we ever plant, we have to unpack. Lucky to have these guys helping back in 2014.
Ok, ok. No child was harmed in the taking of these pictures. Trust me, that's a rubber knife Josh is holding wrong side up.
The iPhone 5 shows me pinching fuchsias so they will branch into a rounded fountain of blooms.
Not everyone was planting: some of us were hanging around like monkeys.
Hello, moon over the sycamores at 502 Spruce and a goodnight to February 23, a day without much history...but plenty to remember. See you again soon.