Snow

I love children. Especially my grands.

"Look, Nana, it has snow!"

Hardly, for us, since we are barely experiencing fall like weather.

But to my boy, a three year-old, Dusty Miller's certainly appear to be covered with snow.

As we continued to chase and play in the front yard, I taught him how to be a wheelbarrow. Which I may soon wish I had not. For now, he loves it. So much, that when he left, no, he didn't want to walk normally to the truck. Just, "Barrow wheel me, Nana."

Up close and personal with nature. And life.