Yesterday the dark clouds cleared away to reveal a beautiful afternoon.
We went for a short walk around the neighborhood, and BigBoy and I took our cameras along.
Once he saw me snapping a few photos of flowers, he insisted on taking photos of all of them. (He was really cute with his camera. I wish I had taken a picture of him taking a picture.)
Miss Pearline was dressed to impress in all her Spring glory.
Check out the limbs on that old gal. ;)
What are these called? Another flower BigBoy insisted we photograph, and I wish I had in my own yard. They come back fuller every year, it seems.
The hubs loves the grass in this yard so much, he -- well, you can see for yourself what he does. ;)
Um, yeah, I told you it was a pretty day.
For my hometown folks, I took the time to educate my son on the fact that irises are the state flower of our own Tennessee. I mean really, can you beat something that is naturally purple? Why aren't people purple, God? Why are we all boring neutral colors? I could handle a turquoise toddler, I promise!
As I said, almost everything resembling a flower was photographed...
and not so delicate flowers.
Aw, I shouldn't say that. She's a sweetie and I love her very very much.
But she's definitely not a pansy.