“Ena,”

little bear requests with her woeful look and her index finger pointing up. She has it down alright. Her averted and sorrowful eyes, head tilted to one side and her usual cheery brim turned upside down to almost a pout. … Continue reading

The Road Not Taken

I always feel a need to sing the chorus of De colores when on our adventure to what feels like grandma’s nest. Within a quarter of an hour, we trot through a mini forest and various gardens to get to … Continue reading