The weather around the temple has been warming up. I suppose it's the turn of the new season... It looks like the right time for kids to be outside playing...

When I was younger, Father and I would take walks around the temple grounds. One time while we were walking he told me this story...

A young child and his grandmother were at the village festival. The child had little freckles all over his face.
When they saw an artist painting on children's faces, they went to stand in the line. A little boy in front of him turned around and told him, "You can't have your face painted! You have too many freckles, there's no space left!"
This upset the child very much, but his grandmother squatted down beside him and told him, "Don't worry about him. When I was young I always wanted freckles. They're so beautiful. Can you think of anything more beautiful than freckles?"
The little boy thought for a moment and answered, "Wrinkles."