I’m running about a week and a half behind on the blog, and I’m starting to get my posts out of order. Please know that I’m not chronologically challenged, just poorly organized.
With that, step back in time with me to the Fourth of July weekend for just a bit.
When Ava was born, Mom and Dave planted a tree that would bloom around her birthday. Three years later, it’s taller than she is:
While we were visiting, they planted Olivia’s tree, a variety of hibiscus called Rose of Sharon.
Of course, they had some help.
