We do a little of lazy wandering over the weekend. It's hot and windy in Britain during this time of the year. The weather is so good, I feel like I was dreaming.
And then we saw it, a pasture of flowers. The road was empty, almost no car pass by. You can hear the sound of birds on the winds.
No work to worry about.
No household duty to think about.
This feels like a brain massage.
In my dream, even dendalion looks soooo.... beautiful!
And look at my little photographer...
Right, this is not a dream. Because in my dream, my 2.5 yo son can handle camera like a pro. If you look carefuly, he is peeking through a tripod, not a camera!