Happy swing

It never gets old.

A child walks in the house holding a flower or two.

Crocus. Daffodil. Lily. Black-eyed Susan. Even Dandelion.

There's a learning curve. The first ones have no stem attached but after time, they are perfect for the table.

This morning he was helped by his sister and with a little prompting, remembered to add, "Happy swing, Mommy!"

Yes, Mr. Victor, "Happy spring to you, too!"