Grumpy's Gardens

I'm at my father's house for the Victoria Day long weekend. Alas, without The Husband who is the latest victim of the "boomerang stomach flu" at our house. I feel a little mean leaving him, but the kids had their heart on our 40-year-long family tradition of backyard fireworks.

My father has a wonderful way with things that grow, and neither my Blackberry camera nor my photography skills can do justice to the natural beauty of his massive back yard. I let R pick her favourite.

"Grumpy" is what my kids call my dad. It is a cute nickname, and it suits him to a T.