mes petites aventures avec thatcher

The joys and adventures of  childhood friendships are remarkable. One of the things I miss the most is watching Jean Pierre and Thatcher interact with one another and all the smiles and laughs they brought me.

My home away from home is with this little guy and his mother, Lee Lee in Taos, New Mexico

scarecrows in Switzerland

Near Paul Klee Museum in Bern, Switzerland there is a free corn maze for the public to wonder around in and one encounters these delightful scarecrows.  Unfortunately, I do not know who made these and whoever it may be whether it be one person/s or a group of children these scarecrows are wonderful.  This is what the Denver Botanic Gardens is missing in its free corn maze for children, a little bit of character.

I wonder if they work… if they frighten birds?  Because they definitely do not frighten me, they make me giggle.

Jean Pierre and his escargo clan

It is hard to not to laugh and squeal at the sight of my son and his escargot clan. When we decided to make the move from Colorado to Neuchâtel I had no idea that Jean Pierre would get to Switzerland and bring back escargot from his outdoor excursions.  I use to think escargot as a delicious meat to add to parsley, garlic and butter. Now unfortunately I see them as family, protecting them from bad placement where they can easily get crushed under foot and picking up after them as they leave behind a gooey mess. Soon enough the season will change and both I and the escargot will get some rest.

Jean Pierre and his captures

My three year old son, the artist in thought.

As a mother I find that it is important to allow my son to explore the arts. In fairness I provide him with the tools I would use. The tripod an easier way for him to take pictures with my heavy camera without dropping it. There are always solutions…to saying no in a better way.

when little ones use their imagination, fishnets and spiderman

Living in Switzerland


Hiking Mont d’Or

I have crossed state lines from Colorado to Wyoming and back again, but this was my first time I crossed countries. It was a four hour hike starting in France crossing in and out of Switzerland and at the end we were charged by cows protecting their young. We got away and nobody died.  The strange thing about hiking in Switzerland is you hike in the land of the domesticated cow and for some odd reason I become frightened around a herd of cows but never minded hiking among wild life in America.

Laussanne Cathedral

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