The Bouquet

One of my grandchildren is two, nearing three years old.  And she picked me some wildflowers.  Lacking a handy vase, we put them in that all purpose container, a Mason jar.

I’ve never had a real knack for flower arranging, nor photography. But my eldest grand daughter is a whiz at both.  Alex stepped in and gave me several lovely shots of the flowers.

The puppy, Foxy, quickly become interested in what her owner was doing.

And then . . . .

Farewell, bouquet!  Jealous puppy!

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