Monday, February 21, 2011


I don’t know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
while the clouds—
which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—
thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us, - Mary Oliver

" smells springy", he said then lost himself in his imaginings and the unseasonably warm breeze lifted his hair and his little wooden glider with it...

And in that moment my heart, my heart lifted too.

And moments wherein a slice of cheese would send our hearts soaring with laughter so high we were unable to speak words...

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posted by Wendy at 5:27 AM


Blogger denise said...

My boys replayed the cheese on the ceiling several times. Yeah, that's his cheese on the ceiling. ;)

3:38 PM  
Blogger denise said...

My guy A wants to know how he got cheese to stick on the ceiling. 'His cheese' (he will only eat 1 specific type of cheese, 7 year aged cheddar, my SPD boy) and it isn't sticky. So what did Satch use to stick the cheese? :D

3:40 PM  

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