little feet, big sky

I've been going here with my mother since I was about sixteen. My mother is a flower junkie; she loves flowers, floral arranging, gardening, you name it. We never leave without a few armloads of flowers, as my mother loves giving away arrangements, and turning her office into a secret garden. I remember once filling up my Ranger's truck bed with enough plants and flowers that it was practically overflowing; I would give a lot to find the single print picture I had taken of it. 

This past Saturday, we piled into my little GTI with Spice and my MIL. It was so nice to breath in the sweet air inside and Spice seemed to really enjoy the hustle and bustle from the comfort of her stroller. I tried to give her flowers, but she was really only interested in putting them in her mouth. :-) I meant to pick up a large bunch of eucalyptus, but I was so dazed by the peonies, orchids and lavender rose petals we were in search of, that I entirely forgot about them. (Nothing smells better in the house than fresh eucalyptus.) Oh, well. Next time.