The three-year-old poet

Miss E. and I were out for a walk this evening after a nice spring rain.

She was talking about all the people in her family that she loved.

“What does love feel like?” I asked.

“Like birds in winter.”

I’m not really sure what it means, but it sure sounded pretty.

I could go into a discussion about the innocence of childhood and all that, but I think I’ll just leave it there…and accompany it with this picture from Miss E. at my brother’s wedding.


Enjoying the beauty of nature

Enjoying the beauty of nature