Saturday, September 26, 2009

Wonderful, North Carolina Sky!

This is Enoch's movie making project, of many. The computer is stuffed with his projects for animations. I just love it!

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I do not have vast fields of butterflies, nor a beautiful, paisley print dress for the butterflies to sit upon.
My one, purchased contribution to our landscaping is a butterfly bush. It was a very little thing when I put it in. Now, It blocks the sun on my porch. Butterflies and Jiminy Cricket himself, who I attempted to photograph, come daily and delight me. They are nearly like a baby's mobile. Butterflies don't like me, though, as soon as I get off the computer, or drive up and try to take a picture of them (for my records) of who has visited, they dart off. It really is a chore to catch them on camera. The bees, however are such hams. They always think that I am coming to photograph them and they pose very well for the camera. I think they want to give me a kiss.:{(an unhappy thought)
Last year, when Ezra was "little", we used to play chase the butterflies and maybe they remember that game and now are playing chase the mommy. The children would touch a butterfly, who would be deeply drinking from the bush and then have to run around the house. It felt like an Easter egg hunt to us. Those were the good old days.
Now, I can't get anyone to enjoy my bush with me, except to tease mother who giggles at the variety and each new butterfly that comes to entertain me. I feel a little like Puff the magic dragon, when Jackie Paper came no more.
One day, I will have the money to place other entertaining bushes and trees about for other entertaining purposes, but right now, my delight is tea-time with the butterflies.
Tasha Tudor was a writer, whose books I spent many years, reading to my children. I had no idea that she was such a kindred spirit until after her passing, some years ago. I think that you would enjoy looking at her website and noting her spirit of free enjoyment of her land and sky. click the link to go to her site.
Tasha TudorThat is what I am aiming for. Maybe, I will buy a pretty paisley dress one day.
Now, my pear trees are jealous at me talking about the butterfly bush. I will have to write you about their growth soon.:)
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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.