Nothing Every Day

Amity and I love to walk over and play at Glenmere Park, just a 1/2 mile or so from the house. The trees make for great shade, and the pine combs and sticks are ever plentiful. After running a few errands today, I told Am we would stop there on our way home and play a little before lunch. She was quite enthused.

Our sweet, sweet friends Tim and Betony have begun a beautiful project together. You can read all about it at the link below, but these are some of our pictures participating in that  adventure. http://graysparrow.com/blog/ Setting out for some adventure The woods There were 5 jars. In each you had an opportunity to share your own: Dreams, Hopes, Fears, Secrets, and Prayers Lil one in the big  woods Amity had a blast going on a little hunt in the "woods" for the jars that we found! You can too! They will be hidden in the little spot of hidden cover just south of Glenmere near the kids' park. I think the Coonsies plan to get them and bring them home this next weekend so go have your own adventure!

A while ago I got an old book of British poetry, and since then I've always had ambitions of reading poetry to my kids - so I broke it out last night, and I thought this poem was absolutely beautiful and timely as well. You might guess that I change the word "sister" to "daughter" when I'm reading it. You also might guess that I am a big softy all of a sudden. In both cases you would be right. To My Sister - William Wordsworth: It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field. My sister! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task resign; Come forth and feel the sun. Edward will come with you;--and, pray, Put on with speed your woodland dress; And bring no book: for this one day We...