the flower

On the way home from school all you could talk about was flowers.
We had a little disagreement over the colour of stems.

Since spring is no where in sight we stopped by a florist.

You drew flowers for the rest of the afternoon.

You asked about the parts.

We talked about using real colours.

We sniffed.

We talked.

We drew.

Your mind is such a sponge.

I love each day with you.

(On the way to Costco a few days later you referred to the flag pole as a flag stem. Your Pa and I laughed- it was too sweet to correct at that moment. Maybe when you are four.)