for the beauty of the earth

loving the pink indian paintbrush (i only remember it being red),
loving the little baby doll snuggled close by her side,
loving the way she smells the flowers (blows her nose at them),
loving the tiny toes in the cold mountain stream,
loving how she looks at each bug sternly and says, "MEAN bug"
l-o-v-i-n-g the seventy three degree temperature,
loving that mountain pine smell,
loving that my children delight in nature
just like me.

(and oh yes, can it be?! another decent picture of me? and not even two months have passed?! Keep in mind that I DO realize that your definition of decent and mine can vary vastly. My definition = BOTH eyes equally open, limited amount of gum exposure from my over cheesy smile. Oh, and just one chin.)