They don't play games so much anymore, but, gosh, do they know how to laugh and have a blast. And when the sun goes down, they still play a version of hide and seek called "Sardines", which goes something like this: One person hides. And the group fans out to look for the person. And… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Childhood games
Our first day of summer vacation and it's a rainy one. I say "our", but it's really just H's summer vacation. I'm horning in on her well-earned time off. Not only that. I'm full of plans. I read somewhere this morning about one of those super creative moms who bought these amazing scrapbook sets for… Continue reading Day one
Foggy, overcast Monday morning. The long-planned-for weekend is twelve hours behind us. The delightful guests of the weekend have left for home. We don't see them often enough, and parting is always softly sad. We ate well, laughed a lot, sang a lot. We celebrated a birthday with cake. The musical H and her schoolmates… Continue reading Bittersweet
Rebecca: What should I write today? Hyla: Write an ode to the fire. R: That's a good idea. What defines an "ode"? H: I can show you one I wrote about Oyster. R: Please do. . . . R: Oh, I like this! Can we post this today instead of something I write? H: Sure!… Continue reading Maybe I should hand her the keys?
Sometimes, in the middle of all the world going haywire, you just have to sit back and giggle, and thank the stars that you have this girl, this silly, wonderful, heartful, kind, smart, gorgeous girl who knows how to make herself into an ear of corn, who knows how to hug you so tight your… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Vegetable (34/52)
Fun fact #1: I still cannot write the word "Friend" without singing this song to myself. Fun fact #2: In the late 60s/early 70s, my father worked for the public television station WQED, where he was Production Manager and Lighting Director for Mister Rogers' Neighborhood (among other shows). That porch swing? I sat on it.… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Friendship (31/52)
The Sea Do I ever wonder? You don't know. You'll never follow, and I'll never show. D'you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell, And you think that I'm hiding from the island. You've a fault in your senses. Can you feel it now? Time? What is that? I've no… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Water (30/52)