the day's at the morn

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one rabbit

two rabbit

three rabbit

four

five rabbit 

six rabbit

seven rabbit

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dolls are important

Dolls are important. They are the babies of children. 

The dollies these clothes were made for arrived Christmas morning dressed in sleepers. They NEEDED dresses..and bonnets (reversible ones)....and bloomers.....and slippers. (bunny slippers with pink pom pom noses)

 They needed bunting bags.....with detachable hoods.

And I needed an assembly line.

Double snuggle

Double dress-up

Fun x 2.

spring trio

A trio of spring cards.

speech

"I gave my speech at school today Gramma," my grandson says.
"Oh, wonderful," I cry. "What was your topic?"
"Why there shouldn't be speeches at school."

like a pearl

My gaze wandered to the clock.
My mind gave a jolt.
Outside I dashed.
Arrhhhh!
The eclipse had already started.
Back inside I dove and onto the phone.
My daughters voice answered.
"Blood Moon," I gasped. "Get the kids to the window!"
I rushed back outside.
A dark thumbprint had crept up the face of the moon.
My husband soon joined me and held his phone up to the night sky.
He has an app that shows the constellations in real time.
I giant crab seemed to be holding the moon like a pearl in its pincers.
Slowly the moon darkened.
Stars glittered far and wide.
Full moons usually glow, flatly white, like a paper disc pasted on the sky,
but as the eclipse cast its shadow onto the surface of the moon it became a glowing orb,
and through binoculars,
a giant fragile balloon,
lit from within.

special sparrow

I wheeled up the drive and there like an ornament was a plump bird perched atop a shrub. It's head was dusky black, belly, roundly white. It was only as it turned and flashed russet that I knew.
A Towhee.
Not an unusual bird but somehow, in the cool afternoon light, it seemed an exotic stranger to the yard.
A special kind of sparrow.