Strolling back to the car at the Farmer's Market Sunday (with a bag full of scrumptiousness)....
Sweetpea notices amazing pattern in the sky.
Stops dead to stare.
Declares to her Daddy walking beside her that we need to go home and paint it.
I take fuzzy picture of sky with cellphone.
Stops dead to stare.
Declares to her Daddy walking beside her that we need to go home and paint it.
I take fuzzy picture of sky with cellphone.
All the way home in the car, we are reminded constantly that
as soon as we get home we need to get the paints out.
as soon as we get home we need to get the paints out.
We get home.
Sweetpea and English Daddy paint.
Sweetpea and English Daddy paint.
What is it about Sundays? Somehow TIME s l o w s and S P A C E opens up.
Sweet Pea no doubt has developed an EYE beyond her years -- it's the good genes.
ReplyDeleteI love the way your blog captures so much of her spirit.
Lovely sky. It's great that she wants to capture beauty like that. Maybe she'll be the next Van Gogh.
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