Mrs.O's writing room.

I walked out this morning to the sound of a bird tweeting with all its might. I looked up and there it was – a cardinal right at the top of the branch. Its rich red feathers and black mask were a beautiful contrast with the green leaves. It’s a new day – the birds are eager, the flowers are eager to bud. It’s spring!

When she was a baby I kept her hair short. The hussle of plaiting a squirmy little girls hair was more than I could handle at the time. The less the maintenance the better. Then we relocated. She grew older and slowly the idea of short hair wasn't appealing anymore. I yielded and started plaiting little toots. Her hair grew. Imagine her shock and surprise when we washed it and it shrunk. She looked in the mirror. "Mummy?" "Yes" "Why is my hair going in circles?" I thought, oh oh! "Well, that is what happens to our hair when we wash it. It shrinks" She looked puzzled. It was the strangest thing ever.  You see, my little girl thinks we are a mirror of the people around us.That we all look the same - especially the little people she spends time with. How ever things get a little complicated when the fine toothed comb does not move as easily through her hair as she thinks it should. Reality check! Culture shock!    Now mum