In a Puff

Just a typical after school Playdate with some 

Swingin'

Chillin' (are we actually going to have a brown eyed girl?)

                                                             Chicken seed tossing

                                             Chicken catchin' (fourth try)

Gamin'

Love that Bean came up with this game himself. 

And one of our end of evening rituals.

When Handy Man and I were in Ohio a million years ago in June, we went into a Victorian shop in a big, old, beautiful Victorian home.  It smelled so lovely.  The source of the smell was a french milled powder accompanied by  these luscious powder puffs.  I know smells are great at prompting memories.  Anytime I smell an old building where coal heat has been used, it instantly takes me back to  my Papaw's.  Due to it being French, it is now the special Paris Powder.  Bean and Bugg spend the night after Playdate and our last activity before heading to bed is being swirled with the puff and a prayer/blessing/wish

Powder powder everywhere

Give those frightening dreams a scare

Send them oh so far from here

invite one’s sweet and full of cheer

To wrap me up and round me creep

In peaceful, gentle sleep so deep

And in such rest i’m sure to find

God is watching all the time.

Of course, my hope is that powder,  or that soft, sweet smell, will remind them of all our good times.

Goodnight!