Rowan and I spent a couple of hours in the backyard yesterday, a well-deserved break on a hot but breezy afternoon after running a carload of crap to the transfer station (smelly). I wanted to get the latest delivery of goods from HugePOD outside to take photos, as well as better photos of the shirts I already had. Rowan had his usual good time with the hose and his battered blue kiddie pool. The outfit he's wearing is an anti-strip under-all (the opposite of a coverall) with a zipper up the back; Rowan's desired state is always naked, no matter the conditions, and so these onesies are good solution, though completely without style.
Literally Draped with Cherry Blossoms
The Blue Fires of Valencia