Where do you get that kind of crayon?

We’ve moved our kitchen table into our kitchen (which is too small for it but we’ve had to fill another room with boxes)

and so now we can look out at the front yard while we eat our meals which is actually kind of nice. Out of the blue today, Rose taps me on the arm as we are sitting at the table and points to the front yard and goes, “Mom, you need to color that.” You’ve got to love Arizona in the summer before the monsoons. What isn’t to love about this?