In honor of the third day since November ninth that bare ground has appeared (following on the heels of yesterday, day the second), I took Skylark outside this morning to document her birthday dress.
I bought (yes,
bought) her this four dollar frock because I could
not resist it (okay, "resist" is probably not the right word, as I jubilantly bought it after actively searching for just such a dress). It
stands in lieu of the birthday gift I never made her but that still
revolves inside my head in all its untainted perfection. Most of the
time, things look better in my head, anyway.
I'm mourning that, after a year of dandelion poof, her
hair is starting to settle down, even though some residual poof remains. Darn gravity.
You had a good run, though, little one. Here's to long and luscious locks in 2019!
Oh, how we love you.
