Season Greetings !




Joyeux Noël à toutes et tous !

Have a wonderful and blessed Christmas !


Marianne, Summer and Elisa

The girls are looking at Laura kissing Father Christmas…

Laura & le père Noël — Noël au village


While we are very quietly waiting  for 2017, frost has decided to visit us in Normandy ! How cold is it !

Frost in my garden, 30.12.2016
Frost in my garden, 30.12.2016



Welcome 2017 !




May this New Year bring you Health,

Happiness and Joy !


♥ The Death of the Old Year ♥

                                                                                  by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1842)
  Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing;
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You come to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year, you shall not die.

He lieth still: he doth not move;
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend and a true true love,
And the New-year will take ’em away.
Old year, you must not go,
So long as you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.

He froth’d his bumper to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But though his eyes are waxing dim,
And though his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.

He was full of joke and jest
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die, across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before
Every one for his own.
The night is starry and cold, my friend,
And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend,
Comes up to take his own.

How hard he breathes! over the snow
I heard just now the crowing cock.
The shadows flicker to and fro:
The cricket chirps; the light burns low;
‘Tis nearly twelve o’clock.
Shake hands before you die.
Old year, we’ll dearly rue for you;
What is it we can do for you?
Speak out before you die.

His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! our friend is gone,
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
There’s a new foot on the floor, my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door.


frost in my garden
Frost in my garden, 31.12.2016


14. Léna, poupée Götz

Léna est arrivée au pied du sapin, pour Laura. Le père Noël a eu vent du fait que Laura était tombée en admiration devant Prisca (ma grande Maru de 52 cm), lorsque celle-ci était arrivée à la maison en octobre 2015 ! Aussi, il en a tenu compte et s’est mis en tête de lui préparer une nouvelle surprise pour ce Noël 2016 !

Eh oui, il lui a fallu tout ce temps, car Léna étant une poupée avec 9 points d’articulations (cou, épaules, coudes, hanches, genoux), il fallait attendre que Laura grandisse un peu afin de pouvoir en profiter !

Laura & Léna

Léna est numérotée et fait partie de la série « Gotz Classic Kidz » dont l’artiste est Hildegard Günzel. Elle mesure environ 50 cm.


Du haut de ses 7 ans (tout fraîchement atteints), Laura vous présente sa Léna …


La voici les cheveux détachés :


Petit tour d’horizon…


Les articulations : cou, épaules, coudes…


…hanches et genoux…


Détails des mains…



…et des pieds…

pieds de Léna


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Léna, en tenue de princesse (apportée par le père Noël) :


Merci, Laura, de nous avoir présenté ta grande fille…