It Started With a Toad...

First, I found a toad.

Then they found a home for the toad, alongside some weeds the chickies happen to love.

So then they brought the chickies some "salad" and realized the space where our garden used to be was now full of purple toadflax.

So they moved on to our old garden space and spent the last few hours of daylight "planting flowers."

And that's the story of how we went from arguing about TV and whose balloon was whose and why laundry has to be carried up the stairs and put away instead of left indefinitely on the bottom steps... to being outside in relative harmony, covered in sand and way better off for it.

And it all started with a toad.