Are we going the same way as the fairy?

Last Saturday, I took my kids to a nearby playground so that they could make the most of the summer in October (the trees still haven’t changed colour, except those that turned grey in July). My daughter quickly joined other kids playing in the evening sun rays.

Suddenly, a girl, aged about four or five arrived at the playground with her parents. She wanted to stay a bit and negotiated 10 minutes. In order to not go over or under said limit her dad used the chronometer function on his connected watch. The moment, he pressed go, the girl, dressed in a lovely purple dress started sprinting back and forth, asking how quickly she’d run. Continue reading “Are we going the same way as the fairy?”

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The Scent of Roses

The Scent of Roses

When my parents got married almost 24 years ago my mom had a beautiful bridal bouquet. The roses were vivid in colour, red, pink, yellow. The colours were strong, not the faint pastel tones one is used to for weddings. My mother was not wearing white either, she wore a black dress with a light pink blazer. Continue reading “The Scent of Roses”