"Anne...was wandering happily in the far end of the grove, waist deep among the bracken, singing softly to herself, with a wreath of rice lilies on her hair as if she were some wild divinity of the shadowy places..."
-Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Alice, my princess of flowers and fairies...
"Here ya go, Mama."
I love you, my little wanderer.