When Smudge and Grandpa went for their morning walks in early spring they would usually bring a dandelion or two home for Grandma. Now wild daisies are in bloom, and most mornings one or two make it home in Smudge's chubby little hands.
She studies them intently...
...holds onto them tightly,
...and admires them greatly.
What a delightful baby with a delightful daisy.