Wolfie in the garden

Two days ago, all of a sudden, Wolfie asked me to go play in the garden with him after work. I don't know why, but he suddenly got in the mood to play in the garden. Or, rather, to do gardening. Which means getting rid of weeds growing on the back fence, or cutting whatever plants he thinks needs trimming. He brings his toy rake and his toy shovel and he gets rid of moss on the patio. We also got rid of branches that fell in the alleyway during Storm Eunice. It was quite fun actually. He told me a new Wolfism: "Daddy, daddy, when you grow up, you can become a gardener." Very cute.