Annika is in a flower phase. All my boys have gone through it- their first walking spring. They find every.single.dandelion. Annika has been no different.
This spring we are surrounded.
Flowering trees. Bushes. Bulbs. Wildflowers.
Cale and Cohen picked her a bunch while they were watching her so I could go do a barn check- watching the expectant mama and the sick boy goat.
She had a blast with her bucket arranging he flowers.
We took some of the best for the table.
Smelling them
arranging them
tearing them apart.
The ones we saved:
The carnage:
And just because I love it, the view:
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