Wednesday, October 1, 2014
In summer, the lawns and fields in New Zealand quickly turn into daisy fields. Here my "baby" sits and picks daisies so I can make a daisy chain for her.
All too soon, she has grown up and will be traveling and doing what she likes to do.
When she is in the freezing Harbin or Paris,
Or in the Protest of Hong Kong,
I hope she looks at this post, and remembers the warmth of her mum's bossom.