Clara in the Irises

Mama K made Clara this precious dress.  (And then I couldn't resist making some hairbows to match...)

This.  This is one of the things that I hope desperately I will remember about who Clara was as a child.  Her sense of wonder and amazement, especially at nature, is difficult to describe in words, or even fully capture in an image.  She truly has a sacred connection that I think I can't quite understand.  And she has these moments, when she  just looks up at the sky, or at another tiny piece of nature, and you can see something in her expression that you would like to bottle.  I hope I won't ever forget it.