Saturday we destroyed our driveway flowerbed in order to rebuilt it anew. We ripped out all of the morning glory, the rest of my plants, and the lame plastic edging. Seth spent hours building 25 feet of fence along the back of it. Isaiah never left his side; he handed him screws and planks, marveled at the pile of sawdust, and came back and forth to beg me for cold drinks. Charlotte ran with glee "out side, out side!" and was devastated when I made her come in for a nap. I dug a trench for the sprinkler line and Seth helped me put it in. As evening approached, I planted a few of the wilting plants...the irises will have to wait until the fence is stained. It already looks a million times nicer.