A portrait a week of the Little Ladie.
Drinking smoothies with Mountain Dad on the verandah. Another deliciously hot evening. My Little Canadian One gets as flummoxed by the heat as her Dad. This night, as I put her to bed in her cool, darkened room, I could see small beads of sweat on her nose. It wasn't even near 30 degrees and yet she was still responding so physically to it. She sweats so easily, the hair clinging damply to her forehead as I think glumly of the last time we lived in Australia and Mountain Dad cried in exasperation:
"I sweat even when I'm sitting still in the shade!"
What will we do with these two, Australia?