Thursday, August 20, 2009
You are so funny, you fall you! You blow in here early with your wild winds and sheets of rain.
You’ve cooled things down to a crisp briskness. You think you are fool’n us to think that summer is waning. But I got your number and I am not going to succumb. Silly fall, who do you think you are pushing your way in when summer is still working its lovely magic. Summer is not ready to give up, I know she isn’t, she is still working on her garden- reddening the tomatoes, greening the peppers, and encouraging the squash. So do not think that for one minute we are going to fall for your fall like ways, no sir, not this time; so pack up your cooler temperatures, your harsh winds and your sniveling rains, so summer can finish in peace.
The summer lover
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
This is Ash and he is 9. He is tactile. He is bright. And he loves his blankets. I call them that because at 9 you no longer sleep with a 'nigh nigh' but a blanket. He still has and sleeps with the one he received as a baby- well both considering he also confiscated his brother's.
He wanted a new one to replace (erm, in addition) to his. So we went to the fabric store and after much dilberation, he picked out his fabric. He wanted it just like his other, fabric top and bottom and tied. AND with wide silk blanket binding. After the initial sticker shock of store bought binding...a whooping $6 a package, we made our purchase. I am so spoiled by buying most of my supplies second hand!