Our snowy backyard. It is a lovely, crunchy walk up back. The noise of the village fades and the quiet of a bare forest is very peaceful.
But then the quiet is broken by silly giggles and the snapping of branches as two girls go tumbling through the woods. This is perfect fort building weather. Of course, when is it ever not perfect fort building weather when you are 11 years old?
The master architect and her impressive lean-to.
Two silly girls walking home from the post office with me and singing a rendition of
"We Wish You A Merry Christmas".
Oh, we are not that strange, Poland people....really.... :) Just 11 years old and full of life.
Carissa
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