look what i found
when i bit into my apple at school yesterday.
mystery and magic.
j and b amidst the magic at the hands-on museum
j proclaimed,
‘i’m going to swing into magic land.’
we’d been waiting forever
for a chance to play outside in the rain together
there was a fence
branch was weak
chair was shaky
toes were tippy
b created a magic rain slide
“let’s make it soapy”
it was so slippy-flippy
there were great leaps and a great slides
making for
a great afternoon
we got very wet
fell down
slid on the grass
crashed into stuff
got pretty muddy
laughed so hard
best of all
none of us were injured
and it was pure magic.
roald dahl would understand completely.
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credits: roald dahl – george’s marvelous medicine
at our annual
fairy tea party
filled with
wonder
and
wishes
and
sparkles
and
sweets
and
magic tea
that
changes colors.
the first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
you go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up
in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
– j.b. priestly
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image credit: national wildlife federation
that moment when baby j feels the magic.
—
christmas isn’t a season. it’s a feeling.
– edna ferber
first sleepover
at peaches’ cottage
for
babies b and j
and
we are
making
shadow puppets
on the wall
and
there is
a
feeling
of
magical electricity
in the air
—
deep meaning lies often in childish play. ~johann friedrich von schiller
I didn't have my glasses on.... 