Sailing the High and Grassy Sea

She spent the better part of an hour late Saturday afternoon sliding down the last icy patch in the yard (rapidly disappearing with the sixty degree temperatures) singing in a boisterous, pirate voice that she was Pirate Girl, Queen of the Sea.  It was such a contrast to her little sister who was dancing like a delicate ballerina in the other half of the front yard.  I think we amaze our neighbors.  And yes, she’s using a garbage grabber for a sword.