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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Monkey See..

This one is for the Grandparents - Nana especially. The Grumble needed a trim because the bangs were so long they were poking her in the eyes. Chop chop and Hubby says, "Don't you look cute!" Follow that immediately with The Bean tearing up and saying, "I want to be cute, too!" Chop chop and here we are and all I can think of are the pics of my Dad and his brother with their heads shaved every summer.

Aren't they cute! All ready for bed.
(Don't worry. I just cut their bangs, the rest is back in ponytails.)


This is how seriously retarded I am. Mom, Sis, I know you need no conformation of this but bear with me. These are the earbuds for my CDplayer (someday I'll get an Ipod - I swear it!)Here's where my mental deficiency comes into play - I just crocheted covers for my earbuds from Noro Silk Garden Lite
But honestly, they fit better and I have shaken my head around like I was being attacked by a rabid swarm of bees and they haven't moved.
I'm gonna take the kids to the park now and enjoy Secret Samadhi and my insanity while the kids play ;P

Monday, May 29, 2006

Who Can It Be Now

The Hubby's cousin and fiancee were up visiting last week from 'Bama and took some pic's of the girls:

The Grumble

The Bean

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Damn Everything But The Circus

The kids and I were visiting grandparents this weekend and enjoying the wonders of the Massachusetts Sheep and Woolcraft Fair at the Cummington Fairgrounds. Fun with sheep and Llamas. I got some beautiful yarn from Barb Perry at Foxfire Fiber Farm The Bean and I had visited her farm last month on our knitting group's fiber farm tour. Say that five times fast, dare ya! I also got some luscious goats milk soap that is seriously scented with cinnamon - lovely! ANYWAY, while we were away the Hubby was out caching and took this lovely shot

Which has inspired me to share with you one of my creative writing projects. So, without further ado(sp?),the serialized version of my young readers book: The Vale

Chapter One

Grandfather Chickadee shook the rain from his feathers before setting his cap on the mantle. My brothers and sister and I had spent all morning helping grandmother shore up the nest and fix the few small leaks that had made it through. It had been a miserable week for late March, rain and sleet during the days and cold snaps at night.

Being first year fledglings, gram and gramp had been too worried to let us fly in that weather We were going a bit stir crazy after having been confined to the lilac bush for five days. This morning gramp had announced that he was headed out to collect something very special and if we could hold out just a bit longer, and help gram around the nest, he would tell us The Story. Five days of confinement was a easy price to pay for The Story. It wasn’t just any old tale of woodland creatures. This wasn’t a retelling of an encounter with the farmer or his family. This was THE story of the Vale. The one gramp was called upon to recite each Spring when all the folk of the Vale came together to renew their pledge.

We were still to young to attend this years gathering. We’d have to wait until we could make the trip south and back on our own. We all knew the basics of what had happened that year, all the old animals talked about the parts they had played, but to hear the details from the Vale’s only real storyteller was quite an honor. Gram tried to tell us that it was because we’d all been so good since mother and father had taken flight south but we all knew it was because gramp was worried that his voice was failing. He had lost some of the “dees” from his morning calls this winter and we were sure this would be his last telling. He needed to find someone new to carry on The Story, and I hoped he had me in mind.

Gramp had taken me aside last summer and taught me some of the plant songs. The first he taught me was the joyous trill we sing when we find the great pink lady slippers. Even when we’ve had late frosts, and all the apple blossoms have fallen, butterflies and darting hummingbirds can still find nectar in the slippers. Gramp and I had added a new verse when we found the farmer and his family planting new slippers on the edge of the Deep. He said I’d done so well that he had promised I would get to sing for the folk when the first slippers appeared this year.

Thursday, May 04, 2006


Last night the Grumble's preschool class had a Gallery night to show off their latest project - Photography! Who would have thought that 3-5 year olds were so good. Anybody got a wedding coming up? These are some of the Grumble's photos. These kids were amazing in the composition and timing of their shots. Taking a pic of a photo just doesn't do it justice but they'll get sent home at some point and I'll scan them and post again. While all the parents were there the kids were walking around with cameras, documenting their exhibition - Here's Grumble!