When I was photographing my dolls for Saturday’s blog the poem “Beautiful Doll”  was in my mind.  It was poetry  Mother would recite from memory.   Mother was an amazing woman, with an enchanted mind.  She taught me to  believe in fairies. To  look for them drinking dew from tiny leaves.  To  make fairy homes from eggshells and line them with cotton wool.  She said “just  because you don’t see something  it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

(Good Sunday Morning to all.  The sun is shining and it is a beautiful day in the lower mainland.    The mountains are etched white against a brilliant blue sky.  All’s right with the world.  Sunday , January 9th 2011 picture posted!)


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