Every year we have a church service in the forest of Fontainebleau followed by a picnic. It’s a chance to spent the day together in nature.
Juliet: Mom. I have nature stains on my hands.
Me: Nature stains … you mean your hands are dirty?
Juliet: Yeah.
This year we were at the Rocher Canon.
Rock Canyon.
You can see why it would be named thus.
This one looks like the head of a sleeping dragon.
There is an old bonsai tree there growing out of a rock. It’s really incredible looking.
I wish I had seen the sign about not climbing on the rock or the tree in time to prevent this.
My children and their best friends – Eléonore and Astrid.
Bunch of clowns.
And this guy. Another clown.
Not too long ago … about sixteen years, to be precise – there were another set of rocks, and another picnic.
And I made this.
It’s the story behind the story. What my French husband ate growing up, and how I inadvertently wooed him on one of our first dates. Would you come read the story at Mamalode?
(And just in case you missed it, the link is here. And Here.) 😉
