I couldn't resist. I found them so beautiful. These are two pieces of fabric. They are big; we can make table cloths or curtains with them. Delicate and soft fabric. Fancy dress them up. And they were cheap. I saw so many fabrics in the shop. Stripe, plaid, damask, fruits, flowers, etc. Clothes, sheets, towels, big pieces, small pieces sold by the kilo or meter. I couldn't own a shop like that one!
While I was observing the grapes become ripe. It's good this little shadow. It's pretty and fresh.
The cousins took care of the situation. So much, that not even the little cousin wanted to interfere. He stayed out of it. "I don't find it funny." Better if he was inside the water with them, he would have more fun... or not.
Alvito "city" was in an uproar. They shouted, laughed, dove into the water. All this with only three people! If someone could hear them, it seemed like an Olympic competition, oh yes. Girls, you apply for a crowd.
Some time to rest from the swimming-pool and try to revive my son's lettuce. The intention was good, the result... However, who knows if they are potential farmers?
We went to feed the ducks once again. Remember what I said last time? I was right. The ducks have a full stomach. There was only one to eat, just to cheer up who was passing by. By the contrary, fish seemed like caged tigers, as you can see. They ate all the bread and we could see them to pirouette in the air fighting for the last crumb.
And now... Don't you think that this photo was taken too close from the water?
What about this one? Passing under the bridge? Oh yes, we went the five of us in the adventure of the Nabão's seagull (Nabão is the name of the river, seagull is the name of the pedal boats). Great!
Look to such beautiful little feet. There were two more pairs of feet behind us, but they were pedaling. So sorry. They wanted to, so... One, pretending to be a navigator and commander ("I grw up with this, I turned so many boats, I even used to swim in the pigs mud" - my hero), the other one pretending to be strong and fearless. We let them pedaling of course, and enjoyed the view. It was so good.
To repeat!
Our afternoon. Remembering how good it is to live pacified, in union, in family. Remebering how good it is to walk the three of us, hand in hand, as there was nobody else in this world. Remembering how good it is to be able to see the flowers and the green of the trees, to hear the birds, the children playing, the ducks quacking, the smell of the fresh grass, the sun's rays to blur through the foliage, the water in the dam to dall. Remembering that there is nothing more important than this.
Despite this awful aspect, I assure you that this will be a delicious milk liqueur! Liqueurs are anoher thing that I love to do.
The cousins were already missing the little cousin; the little cousin was dying because he missed them. So they joined together in the Lego, the garage, the toys, the jobs and the games that the passing time was dictating. How nice it is to let the time flow...
Good A. A helicopter came out.
Time for a snack, because the guys are growing up and need to be feed! Toasts, yogurts, butter, ham and water to help everything going down straight to the stomach... But let's go, because games are waiting.
This was the time for I. to bright and set up this, especially for the picture. There it is.
A. keeps going on with the Lego. Such a vice! And now a tree came out.
Exterior time, at the dusk, when the heat had already gone. I use to keep all the rests of bread inside a bag because, with a small child, it always means amusement to go and feed the ducks and the fish. But the biggest children were even more excited to go.
It's so beautiful the three, feeding the ducks. Honestly, I don't know how they don't blow up with so much bread. People use to make a queue to feed them, sometimes. Just like I said, it always means amusement, so nobody wants to loose this experience.
I was registering all these peaceful moments. My pretty town is always so beautiful. The photos are always the same, but the emotion is always special. Does an emotion fit in a photo? I believe so...
Here the children were already having fun in the park, which was all for them because it was late and there was nobody else there.
Look, it's getting dark. We still had a look on the boats on the river. My son got into one, which was tied to the pier. And then we went away towards to the pizza!
I I like baskets very much. All of them have their utility and beauty. Besides, they evoke those times when life was slower, when baskets were born from skillfull hands weaving rattan and had a labor use. I also want to live slowly, unhurriedly.
To bring plants inside...
And more plants...
To keep business cards...
To keep unfinished embroideries. This one is about a view from the Aveiro river.
To show dried flowers arrangements... This one was made by my friend L., who has some fairy hands. But the basket was bought in Santa Iria's Fair when I was... maybe 5? I'm not sure; I just remember that I was a little girl and that I was with my mother. It was a chilly October day, she took me by her hand and I paid attention to all those miniatures appropriate to my size. It still exists. I just don't know what happened to the small white demijohn that was given to me by that time. It was lost in the games of time...
To keep the clothespins. It was my mother-in-law who gave it to me, because she knew that I love these things.
To keep the onions...
As a fruit bowl...
To keep the table cloths. This one was part of a Christmas basket offered by my friend S. and family. It contained products of best quality, offered with the best love. I still am touched when I remind that special moment because this basket also contained many messages from God...
TTo keep the eggs inside... You will be amazed now: it was me who made this basket! 11 years ago, when I worked in the town hall of Tomar, participating in an international crafters exchange. It was really wonderful.
To keep the groceries in the kitchen cupboard.
To keep several items in my son's bed-room... The opened basket keeps his father's childhood traditional games.
To keep his bed linen. This basket was my grand-father's suitcase, who was a sailor. During several years I remember that I used to imagine how it would be to carry such a suitcase, to travel with it and not to loose or spoil anything inside it and still resist until today.
To keep the toilet paper in the bathroom...
And to keep my son's hygiene products. This basket was also offered by my mother-in-law, when my son was still in my belly, but it was bought with this purpose.