Month: May 2009

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    The Morel Of The Story

    (or: the story of the morel)

    sauteed Morel mushrooms, olive oil, garlic, chives and pasta.

     

    swoon.

     


  • Bunnies, Buttons and Stickers That Say HAM
    ~~~
    Nothing makes a 9 year old happier than a sticker that says bio-hazard
    you know you want some

    unless it’s a sticker that says pimento cheese

    ham meets ham and cheese

    I might be hormonal

    yes, it appears that I am

    yes please

    thanks

    POOP.

    (all of these amazing bunnies are available HERE; she also makes custom rabbits with the saying of your choice). 

    Jesse felt a bit tired of people calling him a girl so he wanted some buttons to help clarify the matter:
    “I’m A Boy”

    and when this does not work, he breaks out the big guns with:
    “I’m A Boy, Get Over it”

    custom buttons from here.

    la la la.

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    Poker Face

    We play for pennies, rubber bands, cookies, marbles, kisses even.  It does not matter though, the thrill is in keeping a straight face that no-one can read.

    She keeps her cards in her sweater so that I cannot peek by accident.

    Five card stud, deuces and jacks are wild.

    Your Turn.

     

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    Spring, Joy, Green things

     

    He has a new ladder and he is happy.

    you can smell the green, the damp moss, the earthy soil

     

    there are flocks of phlox

    she has to run very fast because her butterfly net is full of violets and this is a very important thing.

     

     

    you know that she is coming for you and she is going to plant those muddy paws on your crouched form as you take photos of tiny things and she is going to lick you like she is SAVING your life.

     

    Home.

     

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    Red Efts are Not Hefty

     

     

     

     

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    Life

    Today she wants to know where the edges of the sky are and if flying squirrels are more bat than squirrel and she wants to know why we cannot live forever if we stay healthy and can she sit here on my lap for as long as she likes.

    She wants to know if I heard that sound just now and what do I think it might be because she is thinking it must be an owl, or a hawk.

    Today he wants to tell me things.   He wants to explain the way the grass grows and the way his heart moves and the way a moth takes wing.  He wants to show me how he built his pirate ship and how he dreamed up a kite last night and then he spent the morning building it.

    He wants to tell me that he can smell the dampness and the green of spring and it makes him happy.

    I want to tell you how this feels.

    Jesse got into an argument with a swing and his eyebrow lost.

    but a black eye suits a pirate quite well

    Why yes, I rather like him.

     I love it all.