mary, mary, quite contrary...

our little grace loves to pick flowers. as we are walking at night, she will occasionally stop and ask to pick some flowers. most of the flowers she asks to pick are grown by our neighbors and in their gardens, so those stay put, but occasionally we will pass a group of weeds with these little purple flowers and she will get to pick some. she stops her bike and asks to pick a 'beautiful flower'. then she gives one to all of us and we move along on our journey through the neighborhood.