We’ve been writing a lot of letters to Matilda. Cards, mainly – ‘I know! Let’s make a card for Tilly and send it with the postman’, as we come through the door after another long day. So, we sit at the kitchen table and pull out the glitter and glue. Stickers are stuck, envelopes stuffed.
Orla appears to thinks Miffy is Death. Or Deff, as she says it – like he might have a twin brother called Jeff. It’s been a bit of a difficult month, you see… It started a few weeks back when our lovely old house-chicken Matilda died. It was a sad and shocking loss, and in
July’s tale, told in photos… The very last of the peonies. We’ve lit the fire tonight, it’s so cold! A NoaNoa tiara – ‘my cown!‘ – for a little girl who’s suddenly alllll about the princesses. (similar here and here.) This tote from Emoi Emoi, saying it perfectly. Peas in the pod, which we eat together