Picking lavender

On the way to music class this morning, we saw a squirrel prancing around on the electrical wire. Then we passed a flowering bush that is typically filled with bees. Rikki wanted to stand between me and the bees. She said she was protecting me. I said, "That's so nice. You're my protector." She responded, "I'm the sweet protector in the whole world."

Then we picked some lavender, rubbing the leaves on our fingers and smelling them.

A beautiful day in Berkeley with a beautiful girl.


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