Monday, April 25, 2011

Edges of Knowing

Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving - Mary Oliver

















There was the community egg hunt in the muddy meadow...





































































and a bouncy house






















and so much blooming...

































and the birthday party with much magic

















and the witch socks that I donned for his merriment

















and the Easter brunch with friends

















and a table for two

















and two buds dying eggs











































and three boys playing tops

















and that magical bunny who made my boy so happy...














with these books ...














and a sweet little wind up chick that tickled his heart...


and all those colorful felty eggs stuffed with treats and hidden about the house.

"Mama", he said, "Easter is all about the egg and the egg is all about birth".

And my heart melted in perfect time with the chocolate on my tongue.

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posted by Wendy at 5:09 AM

2 Comments:

Blogger denise said...

Absolutely perfect.

Was he happy doing all that in one day, or is that a few days?

Such beautiful photos - and love your socks. :)

10:40 AM  
Blogger Wendy said...

It was dispersed over the weekend. Peachy!

10:48 AM  

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