Although I can claim myself as photogenic, the idea of putting me on a high-chair smack amongst the plants at the gardens made me wonder if people should compare me with the surrounding, or if the backdrop ie plants seemed larger than me.

Not too bad as at the end, daddy explained that this garden is named "Faris Garden" after all. Hmm..I reckon that's a twisted way of saying the toil of weeding , pruning, watering et al will be waiting.

Luckily Daddy wore an orange colored shirt, else both of us would be insignificant.

Me and D&M would pledge to come down and do some weeding and what-nots in the garden once a wee, and what better day than doing it on sunday.