She dresses up,accessorises, she role plays and improvises. She is a ninja warrior today, she maybe will be Aladdin tomorrow and could be a wartime school teacher the next. The make up she has applied is used for her “plays”. The music that she is dancing to is sung from her own lips, her own creation. All is born from her imagination.
They lie, relaxed, laughing, joking, bonded in sibling harmony. Foot against foot they air cycle. She is draped over another chair and shouts across when she wants (often!). A verbal game starts – but quickly dissolves into shouting and laughter. Then in an instant they flee, all at once, out the back door into the grey day, to bounce as high as these 3 can.
One person’s weeds are my luxury bouquet. The hallway abundant with nature’s seasonal bounty of hawthorn, buttercup, cow parsley and vetch that brighten our home, our hearts and our senses.
All the while I know that simply and surely we are all at ease with each other in the place we call home.
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