Oh my youngest Neice, who is 5, is a beautiful little soul. Her entire life is spent outside playing, having fun on our property, she weeds, she rakes leaves, she picks flowers and she hangs out. She lives in a world of mostly young boys, the only girls are the ones at school. Her older Sister is 16, so she doesn't hang with her much, so she is in her little world of girl stuff when she is hangin' outside with me.
She loves to pick dandelions. That is her gig right now. She will pick other flowers later as the season progresses, but she is a dandelion picker. She spends the longest time gathering these flowers, and offers them as gifts to me. She knows that flowers need water to stay alive, she picks them, shows them to me and then goes to my house to get her favourite little cup to put them in, and then brings them to me. They sit outside until I am ready to go into the house. She is my soulmate in the garden, and it makes that lump in my throat when I think of the beauty of her soul. Enjoy these pretty little pictures and think of this darling little girl, have the most beautiful and wonderful day, Cindi
In this picture you will see Titan, the pittbull, he is also my partner in crime outside, narry a few feet from me or this child, knowing so well that soon there will be a weed clump or a stick for him to go to work to try and catch and retrieve, he is a working dog. That Weimeramer in the background is her dog. He is a working dog too. He always retrieves stuff. He is a ball catcher. He always has a tennis ball somewhere that he always gets and will drop right infront of you, so you cannot avoid moving it (by throwing it to him) so you can continue with the task in hand. He even drops it into my weed bucket so that I HAVE to throw it for him, oh those children and dogs.
The dandelions had found a home within one of the patches of anise, staying cool until I returned into my home
This young lady is also a builder and designer, just like her Mother. I have a bridge that crosses the bee ditch that my Husband had built. I had some lathe that I was pounding into the soft soil as fenceposts for the two foot 1" chicken wire that I use to keep the chickens out of designated areas when I let them out of their chickenyards. This young Neice made her own little bridge, right beside my bigger, stronger bridge out of this material. Designer, at the age of 5. The little bridge was strong enough for her to walk over, what a gal!!! It amazes me that she figured out that there would need to be two sticks that cross the ditch to provide strength for the other sticks running the other direction, she makes me smile, that beautiful inward smile that I am doing now, thinking of her......