I watered the new spring plants around the front porch before heading in to make chicken Caesar salad for dinner. Isaac wanted to stay out. Eloise and I came out to check on him mid dinner prep.
Little rivers criss-crossed the porch where water drained from the pots and planters. Isaac had traced these lines with his sidewalk chalk, and the saturated colors gleamed in the setting sun. Lovely!
Then he’d figured out he could make a pasty chalk paint, so now there are also three-year-old boy chalk handprints all over the deck and storm door.