Now the grief is only a memory, and I have grandchildren who give me a magical midwinter holiday.
The very first thing they do, when they arrive, is to decorate our windowsill. This year moon gazing hare is singing with an angel choir. Five years ago my elegant Murano bowl was an angel loo, where the angels went potty in between visits to the nisse rock ... I'll post a picture of that too, soon.
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