These aren't small, are they? What is it with me and rocking animals? (Remember this?) I can't resist them. And the little trike just stole my heart.
A Roseville basket.
A pretty painting of pansies.
A sweet frame with a music staff and wheat sheaf on it.
Beacon Hill window boxes, from last weekend's day in Boston.
I've been toying with keeping the painting, because it's so sweet, and pansies, and so forth. But then I look at my flowers and think, why bother? The real thing is so much better.