When searching for a blog title or any other title, one has only to open the pages of any Jane Austen novel at random to find, as Lady Catherine says, "a treasure."
Here shall I post a picture of the small child with the big smell that I have had staying with me, and then have done, because my list of things to accomplish today will not tick itself off. (The British call check marks "ticks" and there is a guest house in Kampala called the Tick Hotel on this account.)
This is Ava and I call her Frankincense "because she smells so sweet" (haha) and because she eats like the Seven Brothers before they are civilized (tonight she had cabbage on her head). I am reading Pride and Prejudice to her while she's in her bath, and she has learned to say "sense," and I pray someday she will learn the meaning.
3 comments:
Oh, Marianne, the air IS full of spices. Just not the kind you thought.
I love her! Cabbage on the head and all - no wonder you are always giving her a bath. Glad to see that some of my mothering skills transferred down to you.
I would have named it "Blessthisbeautifulhide," you can change it if you want ;)
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