Bright Spot

I had been trying to decide whether or not to pick these little daffy-down-dillies or just leave them to pretty-up the backyard.

Jane went out to play and solved the dilemma. After about ten minutes I heard soft rapping at the sliding glass door. There she was with her tiny fist full of them, thrust forward with a huge grin on her face. "Look, Mama!"

Thanks, Jane. They are sweet and so are you.