Flower

A few Sunday's ago, a lady in my ward gave Ethan a flower at church. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, he climbed out of the car and headed straight for my flower bed. He started digging a hole and proceeded to plant his flower in the hole.





He was so proud of his flower that he had planted, he kept wanting to run outside and look at it. Needless to say, cut flowers don't do well in dry hot flower beds without water...or roots for that matter. By the end of the day, it was laying flat on the dirt looking sad as could be.