Taken by the hand...

I looked down onto to the face of a sweet little one in Kindergarten, looking earnestly up at me with bright blue eyes. With an even sweeter lisp, she asked if I knew where the Kissing Rock was.  Of course, I had never even HEARD of the Kissing Rock in the school yard, so off she skipped, her hand in mine.  She lead me to a shaded spot, under overhanging fir boughs, near the fence.  Very APTLY named, as it turns out, don't you agree? After assuring me that she didn't know of any children kissing in the school yard,  she ran off, saying, "N*O*W you know where the KISSING ROCK is!"

Wherever you were this glorious Victoria Day weekend, in the year of Canada's 150th birthday, I hope you were OUTSIDE in the great outdoors for some of it, if not the greater part of it.  Hiking, walking, jogging, biking... in the company of someone you care about, under a deep blue sky, warmed by the sun's rays, and maybe discovering your very OWN "Kissing Rock!"