This is a raised planter in our backyard. It is not treated very nicely. Sprinklers don’t sprinkle very well here. Dogs hop up there and chase each other around the tree. Sad little agapanthus plants get trampled down.
Grant was up there on the edge, looking like he was thinking of stepping into the planter. (You moms know that look…)
“Grant, please get down from there and don’t step into the planter.”
“Right here. This circle.”
“Um, hellooo. It’s an octagon!”
I stand corrected. Attention all creatures. Stay out of the damn octagon!