It's been recital central these past few weeks.
Also, I broke my yellow streak.
I'm feeding the girls a leafy surprise.
And last night Izzy brought tears to my eyes.
Dear reader, my apologies for such a pathetic rhyme. I'm tired for some reason. And it's a blustery day. The effects of wind plus fatigue upon an already scattered mind equal bad poetry every time.
It's a scientifically proven fact.
You know, I often wonder who you are. Who is reading Tollipop? Every now and then I get an email from someone who reads this blog, mentioning she's been reading it for awhile yet never left a comment.
If you are such a person, I'm interested to know more about you! Won't you please introduce yourself? Tell me your favorite book, your favorite treat, your favorite color. Tell me how things look in your corner of the world...
Lately I've connected or reconnected with some kindred spirits who've contacted me through Tollipop: a sweet high school friend, a wise and luminous girl from my newlywed days, and a woman living in Wales who has the very same name as I do (prior to marriage) plus a daughter named Izzy, the same age as mine.
Saying hello is a lovely thing.
It makes this little tea party one of the bright moments of my day.