Daisies and Dill
I may have stolen my lake neighbor’s daisies, thrown them in my favorite turquoise jar and spent two days in my boathouse looking at this little scene. It was a beautiful time when my girls and I were enjoying the last slow summer days of June before we had anything scheduled on the calendar.
I may have stolen my lake neighbor’s daisies, thrown them in my favorite turquoise jar and spent two days in my boathouse looking at this little scene. It was a beautiful time when my girls and I were enjoying the last slow summer days of June before we had anything scheduled on the calendar.
I may have stolen my lake neighbor’s daisies, thrown them in my favorite turquoise jar and spent two days in my boathouse looking at this little scene. It was a beautiful time when my girls and I were enjoying the last slow summer days of June before we had anything scheduled on the calendar.