Indira has had an explosion of writing. She is writing everything she comes across. Out walking the other day and we came across a pile of junk mail left outside some townhouses. She sat there looking through it in total amazement sorting through all the catalogues choosing one of each. Yes, you are right, we have a no junk mail sign on our letter box. She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw all this mass consumerism on colourful pages.
With this in mind, I found this lovely little old/new school desk and seat for her. Set up in her room she quickly acted out her favourite scene from Miss Potter. She opened up the lid grabbed a piece of paper and slapped it on the desk. She reached for her quill/pen and started writing away.
The writing continues as she copies down words in her little notebook, makes clever observations of parts of words, notices street signs and has twice mentioned metaphor. It is such a joy to see her sweet face light up with words, books and illustration and I'm sure she is enjoying mine light up too. I'm so happy for her. If only I could buy her that rabbit!
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
~ Anton Chekhov ~
