Winter Garden

On Sunday we needed an outing. Needed it. So we headed up to Red Butte Gardens, where you can wander around smelling the pines and contemplating snow. Iain sat on the little wooden seats in the meditation pavilion:

It's child-sized, and in spring/summer the vines cover the walls and roof.

Iain was excited by it. He liked everything, though. The snow, the sunshine, the berries and foraging squirrels and dripping icicles all met with his approval.

Of course, he refused to nap that afternoon. But I'm not bitter. Not at all.