Pink Painted Stripes

Backyard Beauty

A freshly mowed lawn, daisies, and beets.

Ukulele

We know two chords so we can play two songs! Skip to my Lou, and Ensie Wensie Spider.

Eggs

 We are trying to get the girls room looking cute. Clara has been so patient. 1st the beds came, now the wainscoting. Next painting!

Backyard Camping

We started with the classic smores and the ambition that the children would sleep the whole night. We had the rule that if they came in at all they would have to stay in. By 10 o'clock they were all inside and in there beds voluntarily. Still they had a great time and we will try again!

One Art

John is losing teeth! It is true. And going along with it, here is one of my favorite poems. It talks about losing things, so I feel it is appropriate. With this new development in John's life I feel like I am losing something too. But it is an art that I too need to master and as John grows he will also have to deal with it too. It is more then just losing teeth. It is a universal theme to us all. Tragic, good and beautiful.

 

 One Art

-Elizabeth Bishop

 

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

This is the nest from the post earlier. I am sorry to say that the chicks didn't make it more then a day.

But we did have another momma and papa bird build a nest under our porch roof. They had four chicks. It was fun to come out the door and hear them go silent but see there little mouths open as wide as possible. The papa bird would dart and Max to protect them. We also saw them fly around like crazy on the day they left the nest. Beautiful!

I have a Theory.

John got a kick out of this connection. Plus these two things sum him up right now.

Lagoon

 Every time we have driven down to Salt Lake we have looked at Lagoon wistfully and talked about how we would like to go. I hadn't gone since I was a tween and Kelly hadn't gone since his high school days too! We finally made it and had a great time. Lots of changes but many things just the way I remembered them. Clara and John loved it and we got Margaret on enough rides that she was a happy camper. Eliza stood up for the first time! The lines were short too! Such a great day!

Chicken Coop

Still Practicing

Rock Creek Falls

Exploring the area a little bit!

Cherries are Ripe

We have been picking and eating cherries galore! Some from our own tree and the rest from an orchard in the gorge. They really are a darling fruit.
One of Margaret's favorite songs when she was a baby was this song I put on You Tube. It is sung by my Aunt Kass. I would sing it over and over to Margaret when she was in the tub. She was enraptured. I think it is delightful. I hope you will too!

Cherries are ripe,
Cherries are ripe.
Oh give the baby some!
Cherries are to sour to use.
Baby is to small to chew.
But by and by
When baked in a pie
The baby shall have some!