Easter/Passover Botanical Jam

clem was determined to wait for something on sunday morning and stayed up til 1pm doing so. she slept through all the 70 degree sunnyness and didn't get up til 3pm as the clouds were rolling in. we ran out anyway and hit the botanic garden. somebody took an obscene amount of photos. what you are about to witness is evidence.

new butterfly cotton jams cause it's finally warming up. she likes to point out the butterflies.

from here on out it's at the garden.

she understands that sunglasses rock. she's still working on where to rock them.

the genesis of a headfake.

some might say that clem dressed herself that day. it would be a lie. her dad made her look like a clown.

best part of the trip: the rock garden, aptly named.

this piece of gravel was imperative for the collection.

mom suggested that dead heads were also acceptable bounty. clem took it under consideration.

for a second.

like, one second. back to the rocks.

she made swift friends with a one-eyed man who kept her on the right path. 

rock sucking drain.

eat it, wyeth.

the poses begin: HAM.

TIGER style.

defensive end.

coming around on the worth of flowers...

can i keep it, huh, can i? working on perfecting this one for the day she asks for a dog.

seriously, i'm keeping it. as soon as you look away i'm putting it in the bucket.