Lily was being cute yesterday playing in the "fwowers." With the couple of warm days we had last week, everything seems to be in bloom, including the flowering weeds that Lily loves. She picked and picked and picked dandelions yesterday, pretty much eliminating the need to buy weed killer this year. At one point, she had dandelions in both ears, stuck them in mine and Liz's ears and went running like a mad woman down the sidewalk when we suggested that it was time to go in, screaming, "No, No, Fwowers, Fwowers." Also, she now runs into the neighbors' yards when we go on our nightly walks to smell their "Fwowers," and also try to pick them. We also have to go past the Fire Station every night now so that she can kiss the Dalmation Dog statues good night and put rocks on their heads (for some unknown reason.)
