Fifteen dozen children running around screaming like ninnies because it’s November and eighty degrees outside, yanked out of your snug little stroller cocoon and thrust into the arms of your eager yet distracted sister, and still you sleep. ….. I must remember this when I’m chasing you up bright yellow ladders taller than my outstretched…
Month: November 2009
red in the garden (and then some pink, going, going, gone)
the collection thus far
So here’s what we have collecting dust on the top shelf of F’s desk, just waiting for some little fairy with a hammer and box of nails to come by and send them to their happy home. On the docket for this weekend – some picture hanging. But first I need to make some paper…