Boxwood

Maybe I'm tired of winter. Maybe I'll be a landscape architect one day. Maybe I'm just a weird kid. Who knows... But lately, my favorite thing to do is to stare at the faux boxwood wreath on our front door. I like the color and the texture, and the fact that playing with it means I get to look outside too. Mom and Dad think it's hysterical that when I'm at my angriest, my friend Boxwood can calm me down. Here we are... so happy together.