Thursday, April 15, 2010


Ellie has had a fascination with dandelions lately.  When she came home from school this week, she proudly and lovingly handed me a picked dandelion.
(I refrained from telling her the myth from my childhood; that if you pick a dandelion you'll wet the bed.)

Just yesterday, Ellie greeted me with a picked dandelion again, which she promptly wanted to 'press' in my old childhood Flower Press.

Today, while eating lunch outside, Ellie while looking at the neighbor's grass reflected with a sigh,

"We don't really grow those yellow flowers, other people do though." 

 Ellie sees a pretty yellow flower.  I see a weed.


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