"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Miss Littles Grew
After the seeds were planted . . .
in PaPa's roses.
I think the roses were beyond grossed out.
She raised three of these babies.
We brought this one home and played with it.
Its good side. We teased it. . . .moose ears
We offered it a snack
Bunny ears. . . .
But at the end of the day it has to happen. Oh the juice! Oh the juice!