One a day, plus iron

During the 2020 year of the pandemic, when the Mordecai was 7, maybe, he did this artwork. (He is now times-tables size. Ten? Yeah. He's ten. So he did this when he was 7.) Lala showed me the artwork today, kind of in passing, and I was like... that's a pretty damn good artwork for a fucking seven year old. Lala thought so too, which is why she hung onto it since then.

Now, I know fuck-all about art. I am not an art-er. I do not do the art. I am not that guy. The best I have ever done in my life is craft. I am not fluent in art. However, I do have some handy-dandy family that arts and can consult on arting.

( Read on? Honest to dog, the picture is below the cut. )

It's that time of year again. In my part of the world, these flower just about Mother's Day most years. They're perennial, so barring habitat destruction or whatever, they'll show up every year about when and where you found them last time. This year it's been warm for May and the trees are further along than typical so I checked after work today.

( There's a picture. )