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The most beautiful load of rubbish

01 Thursday Jul 2010

Posted by Teresa in Garden

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beauty, bucket, Camillia, children, cleaning, Family, flowers, gardening, Motherhood, Pink, rubbish, rust, sweeping

Last weekend Poppet and Baba swept up the front yard while I worked in my little garden. They returned with a large bucket of decaying Camellia flowers. They were just beautiful. Loads of pale pink and rust coloured soft petals. I decided to take photos. Poppet got caught up in my excitement and started to hover. First, he started to hang the peg basket on the handle of the bucket while I took close-ups. When Baba took the basket off him he started to lunge toward the bucket giggling and shouting ‘tip them over, tip them over, tip them over’. I admit it was tempting.

When I finished photographing, I dashed inside to put my camera away. I must have taken 30 seconds. When I returned the bucket was on its side, the petals scattered everywhere and Poppet was still excitedly repeating in a sing-song voice ‘tip them over, tip them over’.

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My Saturday Morning With Poppet

12 Saturday Jun 2010

Posted by Teresa in Home

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Alphabet, Breakfast, Cereal, Crayons, Crown, Drawing, Family, Lily, Motherhood, Pink, Play, Poppet, Teddy, Toddler, Toes, Toys, White

Poppet and I gave Baba a well deserved sleep in this morning. I got up early so I could fit in a little research before Poppet got up. However,  20 mins later I heard him talking to his stuffed toys and that was that. Anyway we had a very busy, enjoyable morning. We had cereal for breakfast, admired the wilting lilies in the vase, played with cars and trucks, went through alphabet cards, did some drawing and twice swept up crumbs and mess in the same spot. When Baba woke up we had coffee and juice in bed with him. I took photos as we went from one activity to another. Sometimes Poppet would direct me, telling me what to photograph. Here are some of the photos.

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