Rainy days for Bernadette.
I keep telling her that rain, and not snow, in April is a good thing but since all she wants is to go and play outside, I am having a hard time convincing her of my logic.
Bernadette and I are long time friends. She was supposed to be born last Fall, but since she knew we had to move back to Canada, she decided to wait. And boy am I ever happy she did. I couldn’t fathom this girl being born in the Fall, she would have driven me up the walls. She is so full of energy and can’t sit still for more than five minutes!
I hear her upstairs, looking for crayons in the girls’ desk. Nothing but fancy markers she yells at the top of her lungs. Then I hear some shuffling of gigantic teddy bears, curtains drawn and sheets on the floor. She is making a fort I bet. Five minutes later, bored to death, she is inside a large box and sailing to Viking lands. Accompanied by an avocado sandwich (her favourite) and a dozen stuffed toys. I can’t keep up.
Never you mind her play antics, ballast-manufacturing and whiskered fellows she brings on a daily basis: the requests for her clothes were almost as long as she is. She wanted to bring the robin’s eggs with her to her new home, after prompt refusal on my part, we agreed on embroidered ones, stuffed plumpy with wool. Then she needed a nest to carry the eggs of course…then a brand to put the eggs…then obviously grass and flowers growing around the tree.
I had to stopped her there or I would still be adding stuff to the overalls and she would not be able to wear them. My little nature lover.
I sure hope the sun starts shining soon, so I can take her on a very long walk and tire her out. Maybe it will give me enough time to finish the rest of her clothes.
We embroidered robins on her clothes after our first sighting of the year. Bernadette wears my memories with her.
Bernadette is a 17” tall Figlette, made as a custom order. She is full of freckles, laughter and many requests. Lord, grant me patience.