Just chillin' in London Town.

Good Lord but my Baby Mouse is a sucker for ice cream. It's like she can smell it from a 100 yards...kinda like her mom!

This tree just took my breath away, it reminded me of my favourite poem.

Trees
by Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)*
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

and all the lovely photos that have been popping up on my blog....this is the lady behind them...and Baby Mouse!