{ Perfection }

The scene was set. I nestled into the wet grass to take the shot. The dandelion was perfectly formed, perfectly round, perfectly proportioned with afternoon sunlight streaming in from behind. 

Then I heard a rustle. 

A bounding rustle. 

A bounding, big eared, black whirlwind, bouncy puppy 'rustle'. 

 

Oh Tessa.

Back this afternoon with a better dandelion but not a cuter puppy, because one does not exist!

{ Images by Little Miss Emma }