Great time of year to be named... Lily.

So the people at the nursery get a kick out of her.  And who wouldn't... a little girl, in a flowered dress, named Lily.  Who would have thought when we picked out her name so long ago that it would be amazingly, perfectly fitting for her?

She is obsessed with the flowers at the nursery.  And she asks the names of them - and feels free to make up the names when she can't pronounce them.  (I mean really, Lisianthus doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.)  She loves to pull the wagon around, and carefully select a 6-pack of something we don't need and put it in the cart like she just found rubies and diamonds.

She found bird houses for sale towards the front of the nursery.  She asked what it was and I told her it was a bird house.  She knocked on the front of it and said, "Herrow birdie?  Anyboooody home?"  Guess it's time to get a bird house for the backyard!
Of course, I tried to take some pictures of her with said flowers.  Total and utter fail.  So I tried to get some shots of her with the flowers weeds in the backyard, but that didn't work either...  best shot I got:



Clearly the weeds are more interesting than the camera in my hand.