I always loved the intro to "Little House on the Prairie" when Mary and Laura came skipping down the mountain surrounded by flowers and little Carrie did a faceplant because she tripped on her dress. We had our own little Ingalls moment last weekend and it fulfilled one of my Mommy fantasies.
Friday, March 13, 2009
After church on Sunday we went flower picking at a daffodil farm. A really generous family has acres of these beautiful flowers and at the end of the season opens up their farm to the community and lets people come in and pick all the flowers they want for free.
This is my boy skipping through a field of flowers beneath a beautiful, blue sky. It was a little piece of heaven.
PB was in heaven watching his little girl picking flowers. (Please excuse my VERY white legs in the corner. Clearly I need to use more Jergens.)
This is my brother-in-law "Emeril-imbo". There wasn't any way for me to NOT post this picture.
The only thing missing that day was Pa Ingalls crying in the background (but PB may have come close).