"A little patch of heaven"

Elia was very busy outside. After a while, he came running in, his voice full of pride: "Mama, come look at your flower bed!". This is what I found - the grass he had planted and grown at preschool, neatly planted in a bare spot in my flower bed How sweet it that! Mike and I looked at this labor of love this morning, and this is what he called it - a little patch of heaven. I hope that little patch won't take over my flower bed, but for now, it will stay.