(...) Dear Lady Rhubarb, please tell me: what is summer? says the little Snowdrop.
Oh, summer, little Snowdrop. I love when children hide under my leaves when the rain is dribbling. They play with me, the old lady, knowing that I keep faith with them every year. But after some weeks I get tired of play. This is when I take a bath in sugar and cream. Sometimes I put on some meringue and vanilla ice-cream for my rosy legs, taking a rest on a pastry bed...(...)
A 45cm/ 17.7" custom doll on her way from vernal Sweden to autumnal Australia.
Read more about the little snowdrop here