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"a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014."

Stella: Wet's pway fowers!

On afternoons when the rains don't come, we go out to the garden. Stella takes her pail, and runs off down the garden path in search of frangipani. She fills up her bucket and I think to myself, however did the stars align in such a way that I get to spend my Monday afternoons like this?

Linking up with Jodi.