I guess the owners of the lanes probably wouldn’t let me use this bowling ball anymore. I’ve had this in my head for a long time and finally found a bowling ball at a thrift store over winter. I had the stand leftover from a table top fountain that bit the dust years ago.

The little garden is really starting to come together. I just need a few more perennials with some color and I’ll be a happy camper.

The stepping stones were made at Mother’s Day when each of my kids were 2-ish. I love seeing their tiny little foot prints saved forever in the concrete.

They both hated the process but I’m glad I did it anyway. Neither remembers it, so it’s all good. :)