"It's not much to look at, but it's ours"

Those are the last words that came out of my husband's mouth. I mean, just barely, as I was sitting here typing. He's still standing there doing the dishes. Do you know what he was referring to? Honestly, it could have been any number of things... our car, our cat Ruben, my hairdo...  Leaving that awkwardness aside, he was actually referring to what started as this:

And now looks more like this:

(herb garden)

and this:

and from which we got this:

Just the beginning of a fruitful year I have no doubt.

Moving on to other matters, a rabble of butterflies moved into our house and took up residence on our refrigerator:

And Lola's brain connected enough neurons to learn a few things. Just a few, mind you.