Monday, May 16, 2011
Rosie finds the most amazing things.
Her eyes are different than ours--we can look all over the house for something that we have lost, and then it is always Rosie who finds it.
"Yup," she says. "I'm a good finder."
In the woods, she is always lagging behind, and when she finally catches up, she is adorned with feathers, pockets filled with magical acorns and translucent rocks.
And did she eat her treasures?
What do you think?
(More for me.)