I walked past this scene when wandering Prague. It made me smile at the time because the girl looks such a little woman, and the boy looks patiently resigned to her conversation.
Don’t you be snickering at my stripy sheet, right?!
C’mon, then. Can’t you be giving us a bit of something to eat?
Something strikes me as delightfully Winnie-the-Pooh-ish about this scene.
Happy Spring, bloggy friends! :D
The art of drinking tea is clearly acquired, rather than innate. Because I can assure you that neither of the mothers of these two petals drink tea in quite this fashion.
There is nothing like a little floral accent to express the season’s playfulness…
Oblivious to the incoming tide, Blossy hunts up her now sandy, spilled sultanas.
It’s the Irish Chicklette. She was building sandcastles on the beach, but the endeavour was hampered considerably by Miss Baby, who would go poking her fingers into them as fast as they were built.
What makes an honest farming man such a hit with the girls?
Why, he holds a fresh, velvety gosling, of course! Irresistable!