A vacant backhoe. We let the boys sit inside and "drive."
Before we left, Sebby said, "I yuuuuv this backhoe, Mommy! I just wish I could HUG it!!"
"Hug away," said I.
So he did.
A vacant backhoe. We let the boys sit inside and "drive."
Before we left, Sebby said, "I yuuuuv this backhoe, Mommy! I just wish I could HUG it!!"
"Hug away," said I.
So he did.
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 think of your boys every time I pass a construction site. I love how they love machinery! I've said it before, and I'll say it again--I wish we lived closer to you guys so our boys could play!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more. Can't you get that husband of yours to do something about it? Plenty of jobs up here for a fine strapping man such as him.
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