Instant little sisters!
We find them in the garden when it rains, beneath the mushrooms.
Other discoveries, though delightful, must stay outside.
The girls persist in making sugar cookies.
So I am stuck eating those.
This time, however, I supervised the concoction of the icing. I like my icing to be prim, modest, and demure.
But just my icing. Nothing else.
The application of sprinkles, as it happened, went unchecked.
So much for modesty.
A spooky run. The Dementors were breeding and one tried to kiss me so I conjured up my Patronus, which is a tiny talking turtle.
They gobbled him like he was a brussel sprout.
Note to self: next time, conjure a bigger Patronus.
A blue girl, perfect for this weather.
A frail invalid, also perfect for this weather, though I wish she felt better.
We are reading Varjak Paw, by the way...someone here recommended this book and Caroline is exceedingly grateful!
A visit with a favorite auntie who radiates goodness and love.
And a coat I rarely have the nerve to pull off in public. But I wear it around the house and ask the girls to call me Miss Havisham.
No one does, though.
No one ever does.