Here is the latest and last statue for the woods. It was an anniversary gift from my husband. St. Fiacre...patron saint of gardening. The little girl next door loves to come over and fill the sprinkling can and water the statues. She says, "Can I put water on Francis?" She likes to see the change in color of the concrete after it is wet. I think most kids love to play in water. I used to fill buckets for my grandsons. We would bring out all kinds of plastic utensils and they would play for a long time, while I gardened. They watered everything. They each would take a ladle and run to water something. By the time they got there the water was mostly gone.
We have been watching Meet the Press. I feel like we both are in mourning at the loss of Tim Russert. He was always my favorite. Looking back on his life...he must have been a wonderful man. Tom Brokaw did a wonderful job...left us teary eyed. What a tribute to Father's Day. He will be missed. I can't imagine the political season ahead without him.
We are having a cookout for Father's Day. I wonder how many cookouts I have hosted for Father's Day. It seems it's the thing to do. Men are champions of the grill. We women are just the bystanders today. They do it so well.