It’s always been a joke that Mimi runs with wolves. I just happen to be married to a “wolf” Wolfgang actually. a certified Austrian who landed in 1956, in lederhosen fresh off the boat. I laughed when she texted this to me this morning.
My daughter has said that I teach my grandchildren to run: run with sticks, run with scissors and all that leads to running and howling with the wolves. Well we do love to howl.
This had me howling today. Wolf never uses his home office anymore. It’s become a catch-all for renovation supplies, things that have no other place, a junk room of sorts. I have been using it to overwinter tender plants. I went to water the plants tonight and saw this. His multi use of my Autumn Joy sedum.
A great place to hang his hockey jock strap. I did howl with laughter.