Archive for November, 2007
The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’
Sunday
What a perfect day we had yesterday.
It was one of the best type of fall days — cool, sunny, dry, crisp. We woke up early thanks to the time change, had pancakes for breakfast, and got out to the garden by 9am. We dug beds, we planted LOTS of garlic and some kale, we watered our newly planted raspberries. We built a low stone circle around the fire pit and piled up all the garbage the previous owner had left — soggy magazines and old diaries (1983!) and medical bills and random bits of wood and cardboard. We covered it with scotch broom we’ve been cutting down and added wood and dry kindling and finally got a good fire going.
We made a thick warm potato/corn soup for lunch indoors, then had an afternoon snack and tea at the new picnic table out by the garden.
We stayed out as it got dark, watching the fire burn hot and the stars come out. Timothy fell asleep on my lap and Ben sat on Eric’s and looked for satellites.
The boys both seemed to have so much fun just being outdoors all day, and they certainly slept well!
