I thought I'd share something pretty.
Poppies. Lots and lots of poppies.
Fields as far as the eye can see, a swelling sea of orange.
And way off in the middle of it were some tables, just begging for a picnic.
If it weren't illegal, I would have run through these fields, barefoot.
Instead, Bailey and I parked ourselves on a path, and just enjoyed the view.
Well, I enjoyed the view, anyway. She had no idea she was there. Which is the same thing that happened when I took her to the beach.
Right now she's kind of like the traveling gnome in those pictures from all over the world. But next year she'll be able to enjoy it more... and maybe even join us at one of those tables for a picnic.