According to the baby books, a little fellow of Mowgli's age usually prefers red and blue to all other colors. Not this baby -- he likes yellow. In his Dr. Seuss book, he likes the yellow busy buzzy bees. Yesterday with his toes in the grass, he grabbed up a dandelion from amongst the violets and yanked its head off.
It's a good thing he likes yellow, as our house is surrounded by oaks, dogwoods, and redbuds which are all in full, glorious, pollinating bloom at present. If we play fetch with the dogs, they kick up great yellow clouds from the grass. If we leave a car window open, the dashboard is yellow. If we walk across the porch (and it's pretty well impossible not to) we leave gray footprints on the yellow and bring in yellow footprints for the hardwood floor. I'm liking my Swiffer.
Today's forecast is for rain. I'm looking forward to it, so that the above car can look that much less like Bart Simpson (description courtesy of follower Gryffinitter).
At least it's pretty!
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