Big sisters are like the crab grass in the lawn of life. Madison Hart via Charles M. Schulz

Big sisters have long been the bane of little sisters for eternity,  they are different flowers from the same garden.  My daughters Montana and Matilda are just like that, different flowers from the same garden.  Matilda was a difficult child to rear but she was an absolute delight and I would not have swapped it for the world.  Montana is the little sister here in the picture.  She was always the organizer and the site boss.  If there was a sniff on an outing she was organizing everyone.  She did this with not much thought for her big sister leaving a veritable nightmare of mess behind her.  Matilda complained bitterly about this and said that one day she would have to clean up.  Oh dear the squabbles between sisters.  I miss hearing them.