I was asked for "a house made of sticks" while I was playing with the small ones. This is what he was left to work with as I ran out of time. I used to build these almost daily; I had an adorable little village until the mowers came out. That was a miniature scale tragedy.
They don't believe in vättar.
It is beginning to approach true spring (one more week before the calender believes me!) and time outside is simply becoming more and more delightful. Today we shed coats and played and walked unimpeded; everything is earnest this way. Only a few lonely clouds dotted the sky and they inspired sympathy instead of urgency.
They don't believe in vättar.
It is beginning to approach true spring (one more week before the calender believes me!) and time outside is simply becoming more and more delightful. Today we shed coats and played and walked unimpeded; everything is earnest this way. Only a few lonely clouds dotted the sky and they inspired sympathy instead of urgency.
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