Monday morning I donned my pink sun hat and weeded the flowerbeds and the garden, both in the firm vice-grips of the tormenting morning glory. I hate that weed. Charlotte and Isaiah joined me outside, which had its challenges. Charlotte pulled the weeds out of my garbage bucket and threw them on the driveway; Isaiah outright tipped it over. But they were cute, running up and down the sidewalk, and hovering near me, I could join in their enthusiasm for a pretty summer day.