Signs of Spring. Every time I passed these beauties last year I would wish I had the camera, tonight it just so happened that I did.
Jack in serious spring contemplation. (Actually I think he was trying to get his sandy, sock-less shoe off.)
Elise picked the flowers, sniffed the flowers and then tasted the flowers. For the record: not so tasty.
I love sunset. I wax philosophical as the sun sets. However, it's your lucky day and I will spare you.
My girlie. Isn't her hair glorious?
Gifting me flower bouquets. They smell wonderful. I kinda want to plant my tent in the middle of these beauties and camp-out. No one would need to bathe for at least a few days the fragrance was so strong.
My little flower objecting to being sniffed.
Yay for sunday drives and purple desert's majesty.
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