by Vicky There is something about bubbles and spring time that brings me back to my childhood. I love blowing bubbles, or waving the wand in the air to let the wind make them. I watch them float up toward the trees, drifting into the sky before they burst. My children are inheriting my love of bubbles.

There is a bottle of bubble solution with a wand on the back step. Every time we go outside to play, I sit on the step and make bubbles. Hundreds of them. The kids squeal with excitement, running to catch them before they pop on the grass. And then it happens, I blow into the wand slowly, growing the bubble bigger and bigger. Their anticipation grows, watching to see how long it will take to POP!

Bubbles are such a simple childhood pleasure. I hope you'll indulge in them as much as we do!