~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
Joining with Leila & co over at Like Mother Like Daughter
Violas. They keep on blooming, so lovely. Still adding to the garden, thanks to "The Language of Flowers".
I think I have been asking Jean for 4 years now to just draw one picture of a house, or anything other than a tank or a dinosaur or a galactic colossus. Martinus, much better but a little unstable today, was in tears: he could not remember how to draw windows on a house. His sweet older brother stopped his math lesson (very generous of him...) to demonstrate the drawing of a house. Finally, now I know what he will draw if ever a psychologist should ask him to draw a house.
Unscathed, if a little unsettled.
Oh, there is the lid...
The rule is that lids are not toys. But honestly, I simply cannot feel serious enough about lids - they are mine, and kitchen utensils, and yes, they have other toys, but they make such great shields... I guess I will be washing spiderwebs and soil off lids for a couple of years to come.