They are indeed grand in every way. This time of year I have come to notice that they follow a certain pattern: in the morning they leave their little cosy area in the middle of our town, where they have a pond and small houses (right next to the monastery from the 1100-something), and head for the fields just behind our neighbourhood. On those fields they spend their day and then they head back to the "city-pond" when sun sets in the early evening.
They make their characteristic sounds and they look beautiful where they fly: free, happy and untaimed!
I love seeing them and I almost always stop just to look and listen.
Why all those comparisons to Miami? you just might wonder!
I love Miami and a lot of things about that city really made an impression and I always long to go there. I also follow a wonderful blog where the blogger lives there, so nowadays I keep getting reminded of what it is I long for: pelicans, the ocean, the palm trees, the colours (above all) and the mode of ease...
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Another week has passed. As usual I'll tell the story of it, in all its simplicity, in the days coming.
Life in itself is grand and magic. It is a journey aswell as an adventure. No difference this week.
I think this may have been this year's last layer of snow... I think it suits our house!
Funkie always finds himself near his mother. Looking cute too.
I love this! I bought it at my hair hero's new concept place.
I had the day off, on friday, since I was going to work sunday instead. This meant a long breakfast with son and hubby and we had a great time.
Sometimes enough is enough, when it comes to mom getting pics...
A real and utterly true spring sign, finally showed in the garden. Yippie kay yeah!
Splendid times, being spent with the boy.
My hairdresser told me off: I'm not supposed to wear pony tail any longer since it hurts my hair. So, I sported this new try for a hairdo, going to the wood store. What say you?
