[A tree frog]
At times, the tiniest things can make our day.
Puces des sables [sand fleas] jumping from one castle to another. Clouds made of clay (at Anna-Sarah’s shop where I’m writing from almost daily). A frog found in the leaves of a framboisier.
We placed it in a cup, released it by the small water brook that flows behind the shop, and called it a day.
A wonderful, almost magical kind of day.