This truck is like a temporary scrapbook, accounting for our days.
Here are the conkers we collected from my sister’s yard, the first conkers we found this year, in the midst of the August heat. There is the grass Kaya pulled out in my auntie’s garden to put into the dog bowl before loading it in the truck for a souvenir. There are the yarn ends from a cardigan I finshed the other day. Here are some nuts Kaya found on the pavement as we were going for a walk. There is a little ball of yarn that turned into a cat and was taken for a walk on a lead and squeaked “like a penguin”.
Sweet little fleeting moments.