Our family is full of Super Heroes and Wonder People. Not that other families don’t have their share, but I don’t know much about other families. It was clear to me, after several days of our Annual Family Gathering, that most of the Super Heroes in the Universe were right …
Off To The Sea Only five minutes away from our home, the crashing mountain stream is divided and slowed and flows safely over a bed of rocks. Children can have hours of safe fun. I collected a box of “floaty” things and many, many poplar sticks from trees …
HOW WILL YOU EVER DECIDE ? This post contains the last group of puppets for our Summer Gathering. There are many puppets in this batch and they are medium to small in size. There is a Moose whose friend is a Walrus. and a Walrus with tusks just like …
OUTER SPACE These little tins came from the thrift store. These little robots came from the Internet as did the images of outer space. The magnet sheets, on which all are mounted came from Amazon.com. The little cogs and wheels came from my scrapbooking stash and the little magnets …
” How To Tell the Wild Animals” -Carolyn Wells- (last verse) The true chameleon is small, A lizard sort of thing; He hasn’t any ears at all, And not a single wing. If there is nothing on the tree, ‘Tis the Chameleon you see. What is hiding in the …
The Tale of Custard the Dragon -Ogden Nash- (Last Verse) Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs. Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage. Beautiful …
Grandpa lost some of his face to cancer. The part that has known the most sun. The doctor took some skin from one place and put it on another. Grandpa is resting. Little people want to see. Mostly they want to know if it hurts. He says . . . …
She came today for a tiny, magical visit. A wisp of a thing who darted so fast that I could barely catch a glimpse of her. I could hear her more than I could see her. She filled the house with sunshine and the sounds made by little, rapidly-fluttering fairy wings. ~ The first thing …
FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …
journal entry: How about more? I asked George what he was doing? He asked me why I couldn’t tell. I admitted that I hadn’t been looking closely enough. Then I made amends by saying that “George is a robber ! “ Look very carefully. What do you see? What …
