Waiting for the lilacs to bloom...
Tulips and lilacs - could it get any better?
In a pot on the kitchen table, their scent is the epitome of home. Naturally, I couldn't resist tossing the remnants of the quail eggs, long since dried, on the tray.
Camille is waiting for me to let her crush the shells with her fingers; she likes to hear and feel the cracking, which horrifies the other children. Perhaps today is the day to crush the shells and be done with them. Yes, I think it is...
3 comments:
Oh, quelle pensée profonde! Même en marchant la tête baissée, on reçoit un message révélant. Magnifique!
...and the blue sky is so much prettier for having looked down for so long...
love.meagane
se trop beau
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