A tea towel ( inadvertently left on a stool in the kitchen ) shredded then buried in the garden. An oaf of a brother savaged. Twigs fought over. Naps on the garden table. The red squirrels in the oak tree chased. A stream sploshed in. Tractors and pilgrims barked at. Some crust from the tarte tatin after dinner. Dragon flies prove impossible to catch. Pre-bedtime tickles. The busy life of a ( nearly ) eighteen month old brother and sister.
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Gosh, there's always so much to do, isn't there?
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Awww, y'all are too cute!
Sounds perfect to me !
Another perfect day!
XXXoOO Bella Roxy & Dui
Reading your blog always makes me smile. Thank you .
Joy the best choice!!!
I would love to have a day like Sophie and Bob:) Especially the stream-splashing/tarte tatin-eating parts:) God Bless you for sharing your observations and pictures with us. Us= those of us not living in France profonde in a lovely rickety farmhouse in the company of two wildly enjoyable PONS.
The brother got savaged! About time.
Happy, happy, happy.
xo
Sleep sweet, puppies.
x
That's it! I'm coming back as a PON.
Awwww this post made me chuckle loudly....what's one tea towel out of many?
Joy....Joy....Joy.....life is good.
Love the expressions! Sophie says (in her best Obi Wan Kenobi voice), "this is not the tea towel you are looking for."
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