This is my seven year old niece before her dance recital, and after she had sneakily put on her mom’s lipstick.
She looked beautiful in black and pink outfit and she was the best dancer in the whole place. She told me later that her dance teacher told her that she had to be a “Brave Soul”, since her dance partner failed to show up. I did not realize until then that her dance was to be done with a partner. She filled in the missing pieces well, and danced her heart out with her invisible partner.
In the shadiest part of the garden, hidden in the meddle of a cluster of tall trees, live a sea of Bluebells. When the glow from the sun glimpse through the trees, it turn the Bluebells into a lavender Field Of Pleasure.