Just when we thought spring in SC couldn't get any more incredible in its colorful bursts, this bush in our front/side yard exploded.
This sometimes unassuming, sometimes downright ugly bush that visitors have had to be careful not to back into all year busted out 5 million gorgeous red blossoms, and that was that.
We couldn't take our eyes off the thing.
It gave me hope--turns out, even the yuckiest details (bushes) of life sometimes come through for you.
I'm telling this to myself today after one of the hardest nights with baby S on record. Someday all this experience with crying non-sleepers is going to produce gazillions of good things, right?
It's a stretch, I know. But man, this bush got pretty. Had to share.
(ps--baby S DID get shots late last week--could this be the answer to the craziness? he's 77% for height, 28% weight. Tall, skinny, and grumpy between the hours of 2-4, then 5-7 am. Heavens.)