“Aunt Dee Dee, I would like to pick fruit with you sometime, but first we have to dig for buried treasure dressed like pirates. Okay, now where do you keep your pirate clothes?”
Sunday Morning Smiles
While clearing out a section of dead leaves surrounding the kale, I heard Cecelia chattering on about sunflowers. She “planted” one for me so it would grow this summer. I didn’t see it until she had already left. Melts my heart.