Eyes
Frodo playing hide-and-seek, hidden under the pillow in her basket. The fear in her eyes is just for play. She pretends I'm a monster.
Attentive. Don't laugh at the tulips in the pickles jar- I had bought a big bunch of lilac too and my big vase was full . I pass the market every day, there are a lot of costless spring flowers and I decided to offer myself a gift. My house smells of white lilac. And roast chicken.
Beautiful sad eyes under a car.
2 comments:
interesting post. I envy Frodo's eyes. Weasley cna't see anything any longer. It's a bit sad, but surgery is impossible at the moment because it is really expensive. He follows us by the ear, of course. But sometimes, he can even be funny, he stops, sits down and remains looking at a wall until we make a sound.
Sight!
I envy Frodo's youth, energy, fresh perceptions.
Will you give Weas a little hug from me?
Watching the creatures we love (human or not) grow old is the price to pay for their company, maybe.
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