There is a bird nest in our piazza.
The mommy bird was yearning. For an egg. Because she was something was moving in her tummy. An egg. 169 more words
Love, love, love!
During the recent visit of Martin (7) and Alexander (13), I spent some time on the other side of the drawing board! Martin–whose drawings usually spring from his vivid imagination, and tend to feature mythological battle scenes and severed limbs, drew my portrait, while Alexander acted as cameraman. 49 more words