Wee girl loves to pick me backyard bouquets. Whether they be flowers that grow like weeds or are actually weeds (dandelions here...she propagates them herself with many wishful deep breaths, spreading their seeds across our lawn), there are few things sweeter than her joy in carefully selecting exactly which blooms she wants to include in her pretty little bouquet and all for a smile from Mama.
And not only do her bouquets make me smile, so does her sweet spirit.
I'm playing along with Wordful Wednesday from Seven Clown Circus today, won't you come too?
I loved this line: "And not only do her bouquets make me smile, so does her sweet spirit."
ReplyDeleteHer bouquets are beautiful. What a lucky mama!
What a beautiful photo of a sweet bouquet!
ReplyDeleteLove the bouquet! It's prettier than store-bought any day--picked with love in her heart! :-)
ReplyDeleteI like how I couldn't quite believe they were dandelions--helped me see them in a new way.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty! There's something so magical about little girls picking flowers. I love that she takes the time to make the perfect bouquet.
ReplyDeleteaww! That's so sweet!
ReplyDeleteI have to admit I still pick "backyard bouquets" even at 28!
What a pretty picture! So bright and cheerful!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by WW today!
Love the picture!
ReplyDeleteOne of my husband's favorite songs is called, appropriately, Dandelions: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1g38nMr9qc
The lyrics are better than the beat!
"
In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up, his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.
Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.
She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.
Fathomless your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted,
was to give my best to you.
Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
you see flowers in these weeds.
Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to you."
These are the most beautiful flowers I have seen in a long time! What special memories you are making with your sweet daughter!
ReplyDeleteahhh, what a lovely bouquet those dandelions make! even more so when they are picked with love by a wee one!
ReplyDeleteYour picture positively RADIATES! I love it! SUCH sweet images of your wee girl bestowing floral collections upon her lovely mommy! You two ENJOY!
ReplyDeleteWOW! Georgeous!
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