I just watched four leaves fall and spin to the ground, one after the other. I wondered how they 'know' when to leave the tree, what is their precise moment. My cousin's nine-year-old was here last weekend and asked if she could rake. (I can't rake and always get others to do the leaves.) The feisty wee girl that she is got two piles of leaves. Her four-year-old brother 'helped'. It was warm enough to sit out with coats and my cousin and I had coffee in plastic cups and Hula Hoops while the kids worked. Then they started to argue over whose pile was whose and the rakes went back in the shed. After dinner, I was telling my cousin about the Pope and her girl drew this in five minutes. She is a wee talent.
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Vivid glimpses.
The wee girl's drawing makes me smile!
"What The?" You in the window? Don't you love the big hand!?
Great drawing :O) You should send it to him ....
Mim, The big hands are great. Cusp, Do you think he'd put it up in the Vatican? ;)
Brilliant.
Not being a complete killjoy, I probably wouldn't say this to my kid, but I don't think the leaf has any say whatsoever when it will fall off. It's the wind... Well, you know... I guess I am a bit of a killjoy! ;-)
Nah - the leave debates with the wind and they choose a time together, the perfect moment ;)
My favourite part of this drawing is you in the window and "What The!"
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