I am now being a lot like my dad. He loved the clouds. Especially when he was flying. We have scads of his cloud pictures taken from plane windows. We would tease him that a little scotch on the plane maybe had a bit of influence on his appreciation. Unlike him, I don't care for flying at all. I giggle as I see these pictures I've now taken and post them in happy memory of him. Me thinks I'll have a little scotch in memory a little later on as well. ;-)
Now isn't that just the happiest little face you ever saw? I know, I do go on about her. Wendy tells me that she is now the middle child and Lillebedt (treated as the baby) gets all the attention. I do think she is a bit jealous. And so now, here I am an old woman with a little dog that I talk to and adore immensely. Who'd a ever thunk it!!