Procrastinating on a chilly Sunday

After Melissa cooked a wonderful french toast souffle, the painting cloaks were thrown on, stakes hardly worthy of Vampire slaying were lathered in old house paint and a photographer with a professional career in mind was snagged to document the day's events. (Melissa is working hard on school stuff, so I, Doug, am taking the liberty of posting the photos for her.)


The gangs (almost) all here. MIA: a sick Jenny.


Tim's handwriting leaves little to be desired.


Donovan's unique application technique gives this stake a beautiful tie-dyed effect. I'm sure the weeds will be appreciative.


Melissa can spell! And, in this particular instance, she left room for all the letters, too!


This impressionistic snap shot is titled: "Boys at Play, Or Two Blurry Bald Heads Are Better Than One."


Sophie says, "Yawn. Wake me when you're ready to go to the garden."


When Donovan isn't turning sticks into art deco masterpieces, he's busy playing refrigerator poet. (Uh, stick to the sticks.)

And that concludes our photo essay. (And no, I don't want to join your evil veggie clique.)