Tuesday, August 16th, 2016

Standing around, watching the compost decompose

When Iris wants to do something, she seems to ponder the question—

“How can I do that safely?”

 

 

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Whereas Akiva thinks—

“I could use my car for that.”

 

 

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Sunday, August 14th, 2016

Stacking Wood, 2016

Gramps was not here to stack wood this year.

Lacking any other reliable labour sources, we were forced to have Akiva do the majority of the work.

First he pulled out the blackberry bushes that, given four years, have failed to flourish.

Then he leveled the wood chips and placed some new pallets.

 

 

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Then he stacked. And stacked, and stacked, and stacked.

For a boy of 14 ½ months, he was surprisingly efficient.

 

 
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Friday, August 5th, 2016

The Way Through the Woods, by Rudyard Kipling

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They shut the road through the woods

Seventy years ago.

 

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Weather and rain have undone it again,

And now you would never know

 

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There was once a road through the woods

Before they planted the trees.

 

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It is underneath the coppice and heath,

And the thin anemones.

 

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Only the keeper sees

That, where the ring-dove broods,

 

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And the badgers roll at ease,

There was once a road through the woods.

 

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Yet, if you enter the woods

Of a summer evening late,

 

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When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools

Where the otter whistles his mate.

 

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(They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few)

You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,

 

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And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

Steadily cantering through

 

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The misty solitudes,

As though they perfectly knew

 

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The old lost road through the woods…

But there is no road through the woods.

 

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Portraits of my children at a lost place

to the tune of a favorite poem

for the occasion of the 50th anniversary

of my parents’ wedding.

 

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Saturday, July 23rd, 2016

Gramps’ Birthday, #74

I had as much of my family as I could over to visit for Dad’s 74th & Ari’s 40th birthdays.

 

 

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It makes me so happy to have everyone visit!

 

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We don’t have to do anything—

 

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just walk in the street—

 

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stomp in a puddle—

 

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Thank you.

I love you all so very much.

Wednesday, July 13th, 2016

Akiva did not want to eat,

so I asked Iris to feed him.

 

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Thursday, July 7th, 2016

—while you sweep the room, imagine that the broom is someone that you love—

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—and then you’ll find you’re dancing to a tune.

Friday, July 1st, 2016

Milk Bubbles

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Wednesday, June 29th, 2016

Star-Spangled Banner

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Saturday, June 25th, 2016

New scissors. Haircut.

While Martin fixed the car (again),

 

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Iris took her new green scissors to my hair

 

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and cut—

 

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oh my!—

 

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and cut—

 

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and cut—

 

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and cut for a long, long time—

 

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until she was done.

 

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Wednesday, June 22nd, 2016

Where Iris Naps

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