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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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I can't believe that big boy is your baby! Sebastian has grown so much! I guess my little Nephew Lance must be about the same size! I wish I could see them both in person! We had an open gym place like that in Illinois that we LOVED. The birthday party there looks really fun. You're right about the foam pit. Jumping in is great fun, but getting out is another story! You find out how much upper arm strength (or lack of) you have.
ReplyDeleteI saw the link to your blog off of Sheila's site. It's a fun way to keep in touch.
ours is teuscherfamily.blogspot.com
I'm going to put up some new pictures this weekend if you want to look sometime after that.
Happy beginnings of the Christmas season!
Karen
p.s. Nancy says that she is having a lot of fun with your little preschool.