Shayari Bazar

Things that remind me of our parents," Poppy said absently, "and that lovely cottage in Primrose Place… they always make me feel better. Like eating these tarts. And flower-print curtains. And reading Aesop's fables." "The smell of Apothecary's Roses," Amelia reminisced. "Watching the rain fall from the thatched eaves. And remember when Leo caught fireflies in jars, and we tried to use them as candlelight for supper?" Poppy smiled. "I remember never being able to find the cake pan, because Beatrix was forever making it into a bed for her pets." Amelia gave an unladylike snort of laughter. "What about the time one of the chickens was so frightened by the neighbors dog, it lost all its feathers? And Bea got Mother to knit a little sweater for it." Poppy spluttered in her tea. "I was mortified. Everyone in the village came to see our bald chicken strutting around in a sweater." "As far as I know." Amelia said with a grin. "Leo's never eaten poultry since. He says he can't have something for dinner if there's a chance it once wore clothes."- Poppy & Amelia