26.6.09

Forever Summer



Exactly fourteen weeks ago,
the Twenty First of March,
when the church told us it was midnight,
the five of us woke up.
Not from terror, 
not because we were scared,
but we heard a sound.
A sound we'd never, ever heard before.

The children's eyes began to twinkle, 
they are much better in these things, you know.
They ran off to the nearest window,
but couldn't see a thing.
The moon was behind a big cloud,
no light to be found in the surrounding area.

'We'll wait for the morning', the oldest said. 
Fine by the little one, 
who was already staring at his cozy bed.

The next morning,
when the children woke up,
they went straight away to the garden.
The grass still a bit chilly and wet,
they looked everywhere.

'What are you doing?' Mum asked.
'You'll see', the busy bees answered. 
But she was already off to do her housework.

And there it was.
They found it!
Proof of what they already knew in their hearts.


'She must be a girl and not too young', the clever one said.

And he was right, who else would eat strawberries with cutlery?

Every morning, for fourteen weeks long,  
the boys went outside to look in the garden.
For evidence, tracks and little messages,
from their Rose fairy
And every day they found something.
Sometimes she left tiny little footprints,
sometimes even a little sign to say hello.

But not this morning.

Her tracks were nowhere to be found.
No breadcrumbs.
No footprints.
No nothing.

They knew what happened,
The Rose fairy went to find herself a fresh garden.
The flowers in the boys' garden were nearing the end of their lives.
The beautiful colors weren't that bright anymore.
The soil was getting exhausted,
the berries eaten.

'She must be on her way to fly the other end of the world,
so she can be in a spring garden again', the clever one continued. 

The boys felt so sad. 
Not for themselves (this time),
but for The Rose Fairy,
who would never call a garden her home.

The clever one knew exactly what to do,
to give The Rose fairy a home all year around.
And so they start picking the last of their flowers.
To make sure their Rose fairy would come back some day,
to call their home, her home too.








They gave her forever summer.

20.6.09

Once upon a time....

a little girl played for hours and hours pretending she was a little cook.

I have great memories growing up, especially the adventures shared with my brother make me smile. We were allowed to play with almost everything. We wondered around in the garden, in the big attic or just around the house. Trusted to make the best of it. One of our most treasured memories is about our little stove, steal and from German make. Designed to make a little fire in the oven, so we actually could cook. And we did lots of times. Always pancakes, batter made by my mum. I couldn't eat pancakes for years anymore without feeling sick, but that's another story.. 

Yesterday, the children and I were wondering around the local antique and curiosa market in town. And guess what I found. A beautiful painted stove from the sixties, in the oven a little holder for a small cube to light a fire. You understand I had to buy it straight away. Isn't it the cutest thing around?

Lucky us.





vintage Fisher Price






I just love it!

What is your favorite TOY, I wonder?

15.6.09

Wool, Silk and Organic Cotton





Nothing better than a newborn in pure silk, wool or soft organic cotton.

Dutch Shops:

8.6.09

Nest





En toen was het de beurt aan Roemer.


7.6.09

Nest

Gisteren was Kiefer aan de beurt voor nieuwe lakens.





And the winner

of My very First Give Away is:

ISABELLE

Will you email me your address please?

I hope you will enjoy the napkins!

Guusje@ontwerpfabriek-appeltaart.nl

4.6.09

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Best leuk voor in de tuin, niet?