Une reinette

A story about memories, , , , , .

Written on le Wednesday 06 June 2012.

[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.

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4 Comments

  1. Lucia
    Jun 07, 2012

    At first, I couldn’t see it. Then it appeared, and it made my day.

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    • fanny
      Jun 07, 2012

      It’s funny how so many people can’t see it at first. And to be honest, I find it a wonderful metaphor of hidden beauty. xx

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  2. Flo Makanai
    Jun 07, 2012

    Reminds me of the day one of my daughters almost fell into a pond : she was 3 and she had tried to kiss a toad to see if he would really become a Prince… !

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