Priestesses in Spring
3:45pm….
I don’t know what could be cuter than a little pink tutu hanging over the edge of a tire swing while the ballerina’s hair whips around so fast you cannot even see her laughing, freckeled face.
7:10 pm….
Unless it’s a little girl running about making flower soup on the front lawn, while dressed in only a belly-enhancing pink leotard and a walrus mask fashioned out of a paper plate.


That reminds me, I have to post a cameraphone picture of my Assistant Gardener from Tuesday’s lawn mowing adventure - dressed in a Blues Clues swimsuit, a blue raincoat with a caterpillar on it, blue rainboots, white “ballerina” tights, and a wild red afro.