Twenty-eight degrees at 8am. Sunny. The blessing of Carmine is the breeze that blows almost continually, leaving us merely hot when we would otherwise be overheated.
The cherry tree that M. planted in 2003 is fruiting beautifully. And B. was today ecstatic to find her walk up the hill (yes, now I only have to carry her one-third of the way) is paved with wild strawberries. A great part of her vocabulary is devoted to hunting strawberries, including, "Where are they? There! Strawberry! B.!....Oh dear, all gone." Her two-year-old mind is so caught up with fruiting strawberries that last night the First Little Pig made a house of them (rather than straw)...Now wouldn't that be nice!
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Tuesday, 24 June 2008
The straw in strawberries
Twenty-eight degrees at 8am. Sunny. The blessing of Carmine is the breeze that blows almost continually, leaving us merely hot when we would otherwise be overheated.
The cherry tree that M. planted in 2003 is fruiting beautifully. And B. was today ecstatic to find her walk up the hill (yes, now I only have to carry her one-third of the way) is paved with wild strawberries. A great part of her vocabulary is devoted to hunting strawberries, including, "Where are they? There! Strawberry! B.!....Oh dear, all gone." Her two-year-old mind is so caught up with fruiting strawberries that last night the First Little Pig made a house of them (rather than straw)...Now wouldn't that be nice!
The cherry tree that M. planted in 2003 is fruiting beautifully. And B. was today ecstatic to find her walk up the hill (yes, now I only have to carry her one-third of the way) is paved with wild strawberries. A great part of her vocabulary is devoted to hunting strawberries, including, "Where are they? There! Strawberry! B.!....Oh dear, all gone." Her two-year-old mind is so caught up with fruiting strawberries that last night the First Little Pig made a house of them (rather than straw)...Now wouldn't that be nice!
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Gypsy at Heart said...
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Now that's my kind of thinking child. I'd make my house of mushroom crepes.
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Sunday, 29 June, 2008
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Louise | Italy said...
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Oh yes, mushroom crepes. Not much good when the Big Bad Wolf comes sniffing around...but hey.
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Monday, 30 June, 2008
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Now that's my kind of thinking child. I'd make my house of mushroom crepes.
Oh yes, mushroom crepes. Not much good when the Big Bad Wolf comes sniffing around...but hey.
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