Sunday, May 21

Smeagol in the grass

I love Smeagol when he's sleeping, and I love Smeagol when he's enjoying the sun and the grass. Doesn't that face just make you want to go find a nice lawn and walk around barefoot? O! wise Smeagol. You remind us that happiness comes from choosing to be happy and finding ways to get there.
Grass. Sunshine. A Sunday afternoon in springtime. A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and couple of deviled eggs.

That's a recipe for happiness, says
The Frog Princess


Trey Carland said...

Ooo, a little to the left. Ah, now, a little lower. Ooo, my shoulder. Ah, oh my hip ... ahhhhh, just right!!!!

frenchiefri said...

Smeags, did you ever think life could be so good??!! You just warm my heart!