Une Envie de Sel

 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?