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Our sandbox has been a favorite place to play recently.
Thanks to Daddy adding a few bags of fresh sand!
(Doesn't that always make a difference? Freshening up a spot?)
Lela created this magical land.
She commented, "the darker sand works best, the lighter sand won't stick together".
Of course, I had to ask why (for my own insecure self, not for the sake of education),
and she said "because the darker sand is wet"
with an ever-so-slight hint of annoyance in her voice.
Duh, mom.........
I made up for my mistake by sitting down and playing with her,
setting up scenes, adding decorations and listening to her.
This little bouquet of flowers, she tells me,
is what the puppy uses to mark his territory.
She wanted me to take a picture of the puppy under the bridge.
She posed her little daddy faery in his room.
~ photograph by lela ~
~ photograph by lela ~
Laurel makes a soup.
For anyone interested,
our sandbox is a lovely hexagon, created by my awesome man!
It's 6 Bradford pear stumps (from a tree we cut down)
and 12 short logs of cedar that was scavenged.
Also a side note - the bare feet, arms and legs?
Because it was in the mid-70s here on March 1st when I took these pictures!
~carrie~
