Letter of love.

Dear Pernel Sanders,

Picture this:

It is mid-Spring. Melvin and Badgley are running about our garden of wild-flowers, the sun beaming its way though the light cloud coverage, dancing amid the rich nature.

You are dressed in a cream boat-necked frock. As you mix cake batter in a large bowl, your dark-brown locks bounce around your lovely face.

As the sun teems through the glass pane of the window it highlights the tiny particles of flour in the air.

I sit at a large orchastratic piano in my lederhosen, gently stroking the keys (which are not made from elephant tusks), singing "My love, my golden rough. Take me away from it all when I feel I can't cope"

P.S. We have an endless supply of Freddos and Caramelo Koalas.

Always yours.

Yes we are twins.

This post is in Response to Lella's post of Lella & Zee. I love when people think we are twins, it makes me smile inside. We most certainly are besties for life because we love each other.

Image via Weheartit.

Indeed it's true.

image via Booooooom.

Ode to Miss Pernel Sanders.

I Need You Like a donut needs a hole

Like pianos need fingers, heart and soul.

We go together like peanuts in a shell,

I'm gonna hold you in my arms like water in a well.

I love you like flowers love the sun,

Like birds love to fly and kids like to run,

Like trees love leaves and leaves turn brown,

Like rabbits in the meadow like to hop around.

When we are together, side by side

It's like a roller coaster and a carousel ride

The clouds all lift and sing with the trees,

The oak leaves dance along with the breeze.

-Barry Louis Polisar; I need you like a donut needs a hole.