The sunlight is abundant, even the cats and dogs appear very happy.
On Saturday, she took Little Clementine to pick persimmons from the fruit tree.
The little one had such small hands that she couldn't hold onto them, so she could only pick the smallest fruits.
Every time she picked a fruit, she was delighted, grinning at Jasmine Yale and endlessly shouting, "Mom, Mom..."
"Fruit," Jasmine Yale taught her to say.
"Fru..."
"Yes, it's fruit."
"Fru..." the little one could only manage one syllable, her big eyes looked innocent.
Jasmine Yale laughed: "Yes, it's fru."
She placed Little Clementine sitting on the smooth tree trunk. Little Clementine seemed to especially like climbing trees, like a little panda hanging from a tree.
Jasmine Yale watched with delight, taking several photos of her, and Little Clementine cooperated happily, without crying.
In the empty yard, Jasmine Yale even made a swing by herself.
