Peaceful Sundays

I had a request and I aim to please so here is the pink polka dot skirt.  She wore it yesterday all day under a blue dress and countless other shirts and dresses which is how she has been wearing her skirts these days.

Peaceful Sunday's

The day's events unfold in minutes.  Changing from one game of sorts to another.  In the eyes of a child a paper doll transforms into something much more.  Only to be undone from play that becomes to  rambunctious. 

The pots and pans make a beautiful racket.  The work of opening and closing and emptying is all in a days work.  Bang Bang went the drum as the band played on.

A quick refueling of apples and tea with Woody and the puzzle looking on. 

The dog cheers and laps up any and all remnants of food. Some even happily shared. The Beagle's waistline grows and time ticks on.

  








The day is done and the messes show proof of the days events.  The little piles are cleaned but the memories of the games live on. All in a days work in the life of a child.

A peaceful Sunday closes.  The band plays it's lullaby. The dog snores and oh the beauty of those little toes. What a wonderful way to spend a peaceful Sunday.