loved
walking around
the neighborhood
on this cool fall day
and seeing
a young child
sitting all alone
under a tree
reading
a book
aloud
happily lost
in the
magical world
of her
imagination
—
he that loves reading has everything within his reach.
– william godwin
someone stopped by
for a bit of mischief
fairy dust
roses
glue
glitter paint
not a clue
who could have done this
luckily
these three
baby r, baby v, nacho the cat
all had gone inside
the cottage
just
minutes before
i wonder
if they saw anyone
or
know anything
—
“they were becoming like a little mafia. if one committed a mischief, the others would not tell.”
– franco diligenti
climbing the apple trees
flying kites
chasing fireflies
sending messages in a bottle
wandering through the library
playing big games
losing shoes
baking cupcakes
reading books
so many surprises
walking everywhere
finding clues
making costumes
singing made-up songs
talking into the sewer to invite the ninja turtles to a party
meeting the people all around
making up and telling stories
robots and legos
dancing like centipedes
playing in and out and around the water
sand in your pants
tunnels and giant ants
making a palace for the fairies to move into
big, big messes
cardboard forts
cousins, cats, dogs, goats, bunnies, lobsters, frogs, fish
and more family of all kinds
and becoming part of the art
you are six shooting stars on a shining summer’s day.
—
yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun. –
john lennon
—
dedicated with love to all of the little stars who make my life so big
and all of my seasons so bright –
peaches
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found these two down the street
guess the price was too high
even with
that stripy, ratty love seat
thrown in as a bonus.
—
he who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
– henri matisse
spending the weekend with grand baby joeys, f and m,
(who have a look of mischief in their eyes like the vintage lads above)
while their mom is away with friends
and it’s so very different
from time spent with our girl babies
yet every moment is equally exciting
in its very own way
where going swimming in a pool
counts as a bath
and waking up in bathing suits
makes us ready
for another day’s adventure
and it’s all about
perpetual motion
and peeing
and rocks
and bugs
and ghost tales
and staying up late
and everything is sticky
and wet
and dirty
and it is a delight.
boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around, or jumping to.
– alan marshall beck
—
image credits: everything vintagesteff.com, pinterest.com
it is art fair time once again
and we start out strong
babies v and r bouncing along
and hoping all our wishes come true
wandering through the streets
seeing all the colors
and people
and dogs with hats
and statues that move
and twirly
and painty
and beautiful
shiny things
and dancers
swaying and bending
and smelling
the spicy kabobs
and licking
the sugar
off
the elephant ears
and
hearing
drums booming
and
touching
all kinds of everything.
and then
it is time for a break
on the diag
a quiet oasis
right in the middle of it all
with a bottle and a blanket and a weary smile
and with the hug of a tree
much bigger than me
and then
you reach your limit
and you find
your very own
secret and happy place
and
your hopeful wish
is
to go home
once again.
–
timing has a lot to do with art.
– ll cool j
—
artist credit- bruce reinfield
“if you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales.
if you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
― albert einstein
like the day
you stood on the upside-down water table
with your beloved blankie and pacifiier all dirty
a bandaid on your scraped-up foot
mosquito bites itching
an empty bug net
and a turtle with a snapped-off tail nearby
you can’t find your shoes
your diaper is wet
you’re tired
and your shorts are all twisted-up.
and then –
suddenly
it is the next day
and the sun is shining
and
you have a fancy cocktail
right in front of you
with
floating fruit cut in shapes
a special bendy straw
and you are standing
at a table just your size
with your fancy red shirt on
and your smile
is as big as the universe
and
in an instant
all is well with the world
once again.
—
here’s to you, baby j, as you continue to persevere
and find your way through the world, even after the tough days.
you are a model for all of us.
how many minnows are in there?
what’s that thing?
is that place far away?
how many different colors are in there?
where did the sun go?
why is that bigger than my head?
who’s turn is it?
—
sittin’ on a dock on a bay…..
address:
on glen lake up north in michigan
I didn't have my glasses on.... 