i am curious about who bought this plate.
a parent as a gift to a child?
a child as a gift to him/her self?
interesting message whatever the backstory.
“i am often asked which picture is my favorite.
this is like asking a mother
which child she likes the most.”
dropped off the family entries
to the library’s annual lego building contest
there were so many good ones to see
elaborate, creative, funny, scary, lovely, colorful, detailed
some were quickly assembled
some took many hours and days to create
some made by children, some by adults,
some made by both working together
but it was the one above that really caught my eye
it was beautiful because
it was clearly made by someone
out of pure love
created by ivy, a preschooler
her piece’s title
written by someone
who knew how to write their letters
‘this is mama.’
it was magnificent.
“every block of stone has a statue inside it
and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”
fellow zoo visitor
gets into character
for the big day
i have to say
i was impressed.
i like to think of myself as a character actor,
though there’s some redundancy in that.
– jeff bridges
‘oh look, i found a baby porcupine that must have died.’
grandbaby b and i shared the wonder
of the magic snow that came from the ceiling
at her very first real play,
i think, at a child’s birth,
if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift,
that gift would be curiosity.
– eleanor roosevelt
august is national peach month
was my nickname
as a young child
as a grandmother.
it feels like a perfect fit.
Peach Blueberry Fruit Salad with Honey-Lime Dressing.
• 1 cup blueberries
• 2 peaches
• Juice from 1 lime
• 3 Tbsp honey
• Fresh mint leaves
Directions: Wash the blueberries and peaches. Cut the peaches into wedges. Arrange the blueberries and slices of peaches on a platter. Mix the lime juice and honey and drizzle over the fruit. Add fresh mint leaves, sliced thin or whole, and toss everything together. Enjoy.
sunrise paints the sky with pinks
and the sunset with peaches.
Cool to warm.
so is the progression from childhood to old age.
– vera nazarian
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