My Robin Hood, at home in his Sherwood Forest. I was reminded that this isn’t only my garden, but also Noah’s blank canvas for his adventures. Somehow yesterday the backyard was a roiling sea, the land where Pokemon live, and the home of a superhero named Captain Asparagus, all at once. Go figure.
The long-suffering fig tree has become the climbing tree. It is such soft, pliable wood that it bends and sways under the weight of the boys, but hasn’t broken yet. The yard doesn’t offer a better climbing tree, so this is what they get, and for the time being it seems a satisfactory hide out.