Wildflowers

Over the weekend I attempted to take pictures of the kids in the wildflowers. I love, love this time of year. The flowers always remind me of my grandmothers. One loved to paint bluebonnets and the other loved Indian Paintbrushes and refused the mow where there were any wildflowers.
The kids were less than excited about my idea. Brandt said it was "the worst thing he had ever done." Campbell was crying in most of the pictures because she refused to wear her shoes and stepped on a sticker and then saw a bug. Blake was crying in all the pictures because that is what Blake does. In a few years I won't care and will think the pictures are cute. The flowers are about gone, so I don't think that we will have another chance this year.