Rolling in Clover

I don't know if you've heard, but our back yard is overrun with clover. The stuff is everywhere, and it grows way faster than the grass. When we go out and mow the lawn, we are mowing more clover than grass, it seems. R doesn't like it. I suspect that the substandard grass weighs on her more than she lets on. Personally, I think clover makes fabulous ground cover, and grows much better than our grass, so I'll convince myself that I can live with it.

Since we are figuratively rolling in clover, it seemed only fitting that we should literally roll in clover sometime. One day a few weeks ago, Katie wore the cutest dress to church, so we felt we HAD to get some photos -- so off to the clover patch we went.


Clearly, this was back when she could not sit up by herself. Now she can hold herself up for a respectable interval before falling over in the clover.


This shot is the cutest one of the lot. She's such a doll.


Here she is with her big brother. He was wearing a much cuter outfit went we first came home, but then he elected to change into his favourites.