that moment when baby j feels the magic.
—
christmas isn’t a season. it’s a feeling.
– edna ferber
it’s early
and mom
has headed off
for her first day ever
teaching school
so
peaches
is over
playing
with
babies j & b
and
already
all of the cans
are out
to make music
and bubbles
are
all over the kitchen
from making
bubble soup
and
cupcakes with sprinkles
and
goldfish crackers
are for breakfast
and it’s not even
time for our
tie-dye
adventure
yet
hopefully
mom’s home a bit late
for
it’s a cat in the hat kind of day
in the house
—
—
credit: ‘the cat in the hat’ – dr. seuss
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