One summer day when Kisa was three or four months old, Tom and I decided to let her roam about the yard while we worked the flower beds. She was old enough to not be underfoot, but still young enough that we knew she wouldn’t wander off.

We had cleared a new flower bed and I was trying to get it planted, but having one heck of a time.  Every five minutes I was misplacing something.  First, my garden gloves went missing. Then my trowel went missing.  Then my spare trowel went missing. Then, the six-pack of pansies I was planting went missing!

I turned around just in time to see Kisa doing her best to drag the garden rake around the corner of the house.I held back a bit as she tugged and struggled, trying to control my laughter.  She finally decided the rake was a little too much, traded it for a stick and starting trotting off toward the back yard… where I found my gloves, my trowels, a few other tools I hadn’t yet realized were missing and two very sickly looking pansies.

Just thinking about it makes me laugh all over again!