Curls and the Horse

The bureau is looking quite different now, although there is still a lot of work to be done.   

To say that I am enjoying the process would be an understatement.

I was busy working on it this afternoon when this little girl came to visit.  

     Her hair is a riot of curls and always makes me think of the rhyme by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...

"There was a little girl, 

Who had a little curl, 

Right in the middle of her forehead.   

When she was good

She was very, very good

But when she was bad she was horrid."

My lips are sealed as to whether or not this applies to Frankie.

She may be just two years old

but she is already horse-mad

(just like her Gran)

She adores this old chap,

Arnold, 

who lives just along the lane.

We filled our pockets with apples and carrots

and paid him a visit.

Although he can be a little rough with adults

he is a perfect gentleman 

whenever the children feed him.

His lips are soft and delicate

as he takes his treats.

Francesca was enchanted,

again.

    

We have been having internet connection problems (again)

which means that I have not been able to read blogs, answer comments, or write any posts.   

My computer whizz  assures me that the system is now working as it should.   

Time will tell.

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