Exuberance, pure exuberance for life. How can one boy take up so much room in my heart?

this simple joy of pudding

....sigh....

Oh to be a child that loves to have her picture taken. She sees me pointing the iPhone then gives me a Mona Lisa smile that is perfect.  She has my heart.

Have you ever thought of the sweet gift of having lunch with a friend?  Taking a brief break in the middle of a busy week to just catch up, share a bit of ourselves and ask about what is important to them.  How bland our lives would be without these fun mini get-a-ways.

So tell me why do we love corks so much?  Why is they are so hard to toss out with the trash? I keep thinking I could do something fantastic with them but so far I just like them.

They make me sneeze but I don't care.

They multiply like crazy and climb all over the fence, but I don't care.

They are not so pretty when the flowers and leaves die, but I don't care.

I do love that these lovely little flowers come back year after year after year.

I love that they smell sort of like sugar cookies.

I love that they are so tiny and pure white. 

I ask you, can you be in love with a picture?  Or does the subject of the picture influence that over-the-moon infatuation?  I don't know, maybe both. It was Maddie's idea to pose this way with the leaves. She has a calmness and patience waiting for me to snap the picture. A little tweaking with Instagram and my heart flutters. Yes, I said it flutters.

It is a weed or a flower? Both. Tom complained the garlic chives were flowering and had taken over. Cut them and make a bouquet I suggested and he did.