What's Old is New Again

Thursday's rainstorm was all the excuse Harry needed to demand his frog slicker and race out back to play in the drops. I went along for the ride only to be totally mesmerized by his plaything of choice: a cement birdbath that was my grandparents' (then my parents', then mine). It's the same fountain I played with as a small child in the rain in our California garden.

Harry considers it a cook-pot of sorts, plucking leaves, which he pretends are salt and pepper. "It's my recipe mommy." His spoon is a stick. Just makes me blubbery, it's so damn cute. You can just see the birdbath to Harry's right.