Bubbles, Citrus and a Fifer

I met up with a sweet one-year old and her family the other afternoon.  It was a beautiful day, I got some beautiful photographs and there was even a gentleman on a bench playing  (what seemed to be) Danny Boy on some sort of fife-ish instrument.  I do not know my flutes and flute-like instruments, or the differences between them, but I still thoroughly enjoyed the tune.  Imagine a lovely, beautifully haunting, Irish tune drifting through the air, accompanied with perfect weather, a slight breeze and glittering sunshine.  It was quite glorious.  

 

And look, she even knows how old she is.  Killer cute.