"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

as for my little sister, I know you were here, just could feel it...i could see your pink pyjamas through the trees, comme on love ! breakfast is ready !!! i'm looking for a pink cup for you...
helena, join us, what colour would you like ?


Prairie Star said...

Ohhhh Peaceful! I'm smiling the biggest smile at you. Can you see me?

*Prairie Star flies down from the trees in her pink pajamas and gives her big sister a big ((((hug)))*

Breakfast looks so yummy! And! What a treat to actually *see* it! A pink cup for me would be perfect.

Lovin' twinkles.

Helena said...

Hehehe! I'll have a nice bright yellow one, if you have one! Thank you!

Helena said...

Oooooooo the biscuits were yum! So oaty, so nibbly!