This one popped up in front of my very large oregano plant.
Four teenage boys to our first ever Tele-Psychiatry session with Dr. C this morning. Ages 14, 15, 16 and 16. Their anxiety level was highly amped due to this being a new situation, traumatized kids really understandably despise any changes, thus our very long history of seeing the same psychiatrist, the same psychologist, being in the same school system, the same church, the same soccer park, same seats at the dinner table, and so on and so on. Factor in the Oppositional Defiant Disorder and this technically went better than expected.
Nando, the cute youngest son of mine, no issues, none, zero, nada, nothing, no behavior challenges, just a smart kid, super delightful, I just can't say enough great things about him, well he trotted off with Sarah and Ray to an Astronomy presentation at the county library, put on by a UGA professor for kids ages 7-11.
My teenage boys, even back then at Nando's age, would've balked and carried on if I'd ever suggested such an outing, Nando was excited about it.
Jimbo claims I love tea olives because of the year I'd lived in New Orleans, but I have a distinct memory of it in the parsonage when I was a toddler. Seriously, I go by fragrances, I associate so much with each singular aroma, he'd brought me some bath soap and shower gel from Hove, which I've opened in my office to enjoy.
Snake plants do bloom. An idiot proof plant that I've always adored and eventually been rewarded by a bloom or two,