Every December the King's park is redesigned with beautiful, living flower arrangements, in honor of His Majesty's birthday.
Yesterday, we stayed in and avoided the throngs of people spending their Father's Day (HM the King's birthday) touring the park in a suffocating pack.
This morning we donned our yellow shirts and headed out, not sure what to expect when we got there. Whim wanted some new fruit trees, I wanted to "do something special" to commemorate the occasion, and the boys... well... to be honest, they both just wanted to wear the crown.
Thankfully, the crowd was very manageable, it wasn't too hot, and there was a nice breeze. We bought lunch and took the trolley tour through the park (where M got his first glimpse of a carnivorous plant, checking a major goal off of his life list). Perfect morning.
Then the boys got tired of the ride way before it was done, we forgot to bring cash for the fruit trees, and we ended up just taking them to the playground there, like any other Saturday. At least the flowers were beautiful.
But I forgot to take a single picture of them!