The Secret Garden
It was a quiet spring afternoon at our house. I noticed that the dining room table didn't have fresh flowers. I asked Ivy if she would like to come with me to pick some flowers. We each grabbed a small basket and skipped outside into the fresh afternoon air. The salty breeze was blowing softly that afternoon. If you looked down over the hill at our home you could almost see the wild flowers dancing. Calling to us. We decided to try the hill that was to the side of our home. It was filled with various types of flowers. We knelt down in the field of daisy's. I showed Ivy each flower and explained to her how to gently pick them from the stem and not from the base of the flower.
|Delicate like a daisy|
|Carry me, Mommy!|
After so more exploring we found the perfect pink flowers. I think Ivy may have giggled so loud and so much that her cheeks hurt. We picked as many as we could carry back to the house. We had a beautiful bouquet by now!
|Tip toe in the flowers|
|Filling the vase|
After we properly cut and arranged our flowers we put them into an old vase I had under the sink. We set them on the dining room table when we were done. We were able to admire these flowers for days.