Fore!

One of the byproducts of living off a golf course is you never have to worry about buying golf balls again. Every so often—plop!—another one lands in the backyard. Jonas' Mima, who lived here before us, had amassed a healthy collection during her time here, dumping them in a large vase that we now have in the living room...

...the other day, Jonas was outside and discovered a few of his own, of different colors no less. He seemed to enjoy the experience, trying to hold on to several at once until he settled on just two. There should be plenty more where those came from.