School's out, and the only scheduled activity is tennis camp (it's so nice to bum around the house, have cereal at noon, not to have to pack lunches or run for the bus...). We take a shortcut through the Sacred Heart campus to reach the courts, and it is absolutely lovely, a secret garden path past enormous hydrangeas and other pretty plants. When we reach this fork in the road, the boys argue briefly about which way to go (it just takes Dylan a moment longer to decipher the sign, which reads "ISSH" (as in int'l school of the sacred heart) for the arrow to the left, and "No Entry" to the right. Conor is being all Mr. Smarty Pants about it here...
After lessons we make our way back to the side gate and onto the narrow winding street that takes us home, past the flower shop and the barber shop and two Buddhist cemeteries.
I'm glad I snapped these (admittedly poor quality) shots (only had the camera phone with me) last week because today, on our way back, we noticed that this whole area had been groomed and, in my opinion, overly pruned back. Too tidy, I say; too much (neatly packed) soil in between the bushes. I preferred it overgrown, as did Dylan, who actually let out a disappointed "Oooo-oh!" when he saw what had been done.
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