the smallest things are not lost on our children. they have been watching our actions since the day they were born …how we talk, how we move, even the smallest blink of our eyes, they are taking note
with fresh eyes taking in all sorts of details to map out this new world of theirs
sometimes it strikes me as funny, that these little people play at what we call work…
if only we would grow and find the same fun, in sweeping the floor, dusting the shelves and hanging the laundry
alongside us they find their place to work and grow through the day and years….
now off to garden we two go to see what might have come up…
hello, I am Pamela of prettydreamer. I am mama to a lovely prettydreamer of my own. I am still in love with toys, storybooks and fairy tales of all kind. I love trees, rocks, maps and unknown places and stumbling upon ideas turned upside-down, folk hands and honest traditions that run deep and all the other friendly playful things that function or are simply made to bring joy
