Showing posts with label nothing is ever quite as it seems.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nothing is ever quite as it seems.. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Freya Rose Blossom and the donkey


There are some things that never are quite what they seem to be.


See what I mean....


There are grassy places.


Sandy digging places.

Wet places.


Very wet places that have shoals of fish in them.


High places where the wind blows through my ears.


These are called changing places.


Confused ?


You and me both, although I'm not confused as to who gets to sit on the best seat in the house tonight....
Sand tends to get stuck to your feet, between your toes, epecially behind your ears.

Lots of luvs Freya Rose Blossom X