Sunday, April 26, 2009
Outing
Camelids
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A wide selection
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Helena : 14 months
Monday, April 13, 2009
Happy Easter
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Third Birthday
Their joint present this year was a wagon. Says Nora "A John Deere wagon? Just what we've always wanted!"
Ready for a party.
Henry outsourced some of the present opening, but supervised closely.
Henry chose stromboli and glazed carrots for his birthday dinner.
Even the baby had cake.
Mark made Henry the ramp for his motorcycles. Helena loved seeing them jump and would crawl over to retrieve and return them so they could jump again.
Henry went to bed with a handful of cars from Grandma and Grandpa and the truck, trailer, and excavator from Iso.
Train cake
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Another poem
Aware
When I opened the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.
Denise Levertov
When I opened the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.
Denise Levertov
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Making pizza
Poetry Month
Mystie is posting poems. I may not do one a day, but will try to post some favorites.
Marriage
So different, this man
And this woman:
A stream flowing
In a field.
William Carlos Williams
Marriage
So different, this man
And this woman:
A stream flowing
In a field.
William Carlos Williams
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