Saturday, October 1, 2011

Dancing and Daisy chains

Poor big one got bitten by a jumping jack ant picking cape weed daisies when we were creating these delights, they really sting. A bracelet for the middle one and a daisy wreath for the little one.  Then she danced and danced like a fairy. Slow holiday camping pleasures.

1 comment:

  1. Aren't holidayss fun, We have been reading and visiting friends and watching kangaroos at dusk and swimming


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young