Caterpillar! Caterpillar! where are you?
Hiding under a leaf! Shy of you.
Butterfly! Butterfly! You can fly!
Soaring high up into the sky.
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My 3 yr Old Great Grandson 🙂
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“Ah love! Could thou and I with fate conspire to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire! Would not we shatter it to bits – and then re-mould it nearer to the hearts desire!”
Omar Khayyam
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me,
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you–your body has become not yours
only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass–you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you–I am to think of you when I sit alone, or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait–I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
Walt Whitman
I Â remember my grandmother baking the most delicious cakes, and she always used a wooden sieve to get the lumps out of the flour. Â They always tasted sublime.
Recently I acquired a vintage wooden sieve of my own
My cakes are yet to taste sublime!
