We watched Jonny take all the everything right on down.
. . . while the rest of us watch in amazement. In amazement with drinks.
It was all highly entertaining. And slightly scary. And wildly productive.
Artsy Mistah shot of my godson and me.
And then on Sunday?
I mean, you've got to remember:
. . . and now?
We're starting to get somewhere around here.
And speaking of getting somewhere . . .
Somewhere is exactly where we went On Sunday, through the Field, down the newly-bush-whacked Secret Path formally known as Whiteway Way, to our neighbor's meet-and-greet-the-candidate Garden Party.
Bye, Kat! Don't forget to leave the flute on our deck!