An afternoon walk to the icecream shop, with the days growing longer and the early spring sun dipping its fingers into the daffodils.
A new friend on the curb.
Go home, kitty! For in the street lies danger.
On the way out, Q had me stop by the local antique toy store for a pink truck that she spotted in the window. Fortunately, its price was not too high, plus it had a horse trailer in tow, with a proud black horse in it, so Mommy was feeling indulgent.
One of the best toys yet.
Q loiters and dances on the steps of a local Latino church from which emanates, each time we pass, the most inspiring music.
Q always wants to linger and listen.
Picking a tiny flower outside the church doors.
Such minute and exquisite beauty in a moment.
At a favorite playground, as the sun begins to set.
I know that there are many who doubt my assertion that Q is a tomboy who worships sports and shuns clothing. Understandable, based on the sartorial extravagance of this blog.
But I have the photo to prove it.
If you've never seen the Q actually kiss a basketball, you might not really understand.
So...here you go. Q making out with someone else's forgotten basketball, while wearing the BOdeBO dress that Mommy literally forced over her head before leaving the house.
Now do you believe?