Readers would be forgiven to believe that tummy mountain is the kind of place where the sound of little ones permeates the air continuously. And that would be fairly accurate. At this very moment the wee one is talking with some birds in a tree. Maybe "yelling" would be a better term for an observer, but in her mind I am sure she is having a little chat. Yet there are times when a beautiful quiet stillness settles on the tummy homestead, sometimes in the afternoon with the light coming softly in the kitchen window. In these moments other phenomona can be observed - such as happy fruit.
still life with happiness