I Have a calico cat very quiet and shy He disappears when my friends stop by
They tease and ask, does he meow or cry
Are we ever going to see this little guy
His toys are scattered around on the floor
I have padding on every corner and door When you are here in his invisible presence Things to know to make your visit pleasant
Sit still and be calm so he can get to know
His instincts will tell if you're friend or foe
He'll grab at your foot from under the couch
Then grab the other before you can say ouch
Time has passed and my cat’s doing well
He now wears a collar with a little bell
So when he hides he’s not so hard to find
Such a blessing cause he hides all the time
I don't let him out to play in the warm sun
It’s hard for I know he would have such fun
He bumps into chairs and walks into the wall
He doesn't know which way to go when I call
I've had my cat now for quite a few years When he leaves I will shed many tears He has been a handful but I don't mind
My precious little calico cat is totally blind.
Author Eileen Clark
In this quite garden alone I do sit Hoping friends will drop by for a visit Warmth from the sun, softness of breeze The squeak of my gate would surely please
Seedlings floating by brushing my cheek A near perfect day but for one thing I seek Wanting to hear a squeak from my iron gate Hearing someone say, I'm so sorry we're late
I try very hard to keep a smile on my face In my minds eye I can go almost any place Climbing mountains, wading through brooks My adventures come from reading many books
Day nearing it's end, nothing more I can say The black iron gate didn't squeak open today Tomorrow the sun is definitely going to shine Going out when it's nice folks are more inclined
Author Eileen Clark 2011
Take your children by hand and a paper bag Hurry, don't let your feet too slowly drag Into the woods today we're headed for sure Going to let nature give us a memorable tourNow sun is yellow and warm making bright our faces Soon we'll be in cool dark green whispering places
Big things we see, gigantic boulders, tall pine trees
We're looking for tiny things hidden under rocks
logs and leavesWe might find a Lady Slipper and give it to Mom
A Jack-in-the-Pulpit we could give to Uncle Rom
Sweet berries are every where, but we mustn't eat
Watch the birds, see if they do make them a treatShush, I hear a sound coming from that hallow log on the ground
It might be a frog, chipmunk, or possibly a fairy
"I believe your imagination has gone off in a whirl
You funny child, it's only a fluffy brown squirrel"
The sun now a orange and red in the lower cooler
To the birds, frogs, chipmunks, squirrels, and possibly a fairy say goodbye
Get your rocks, berries, Lady Slippers, your leaves, moss and wood
When we get home and empty your bag, we'll see that you did really goodPlace the moss in the garden, rocks and wood on your shelf in a row,
Your golden leaves pressed in wax paper and hung in the kitchen window.
All that fresh air, running and climbing has made you a sleepy head,
Eat your supper, have your hot shower, then off you go to bed.Dreaming about the Lady slippers, frogs, squirrels and possibly a fairy no longer in its secret place,
When morning comes and your refreshed, check the bag, make sure it's empty---just saying in case.
Author Eileen Clark
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.
Author Robert Louis Stevenson
Nestled in the memories of many a child of the 1970’s is the memory of tea brewing in a glass container out in the open sunshine. This delightful brew was known far and wide as sun tea. Many of us delighted in being the ones who would prepare the tea jug and then search for the perfect spot in the back yard, where the tea would receive direct sunlight and slowly brew into a delightful concoction that we would enjoy with our lunch and dinner that day.
There is no time like Spring, When life’s alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track – God guides their wing, He spreads their table that they nothing lack, – Before the daisy grows a common flower Before the sun has power To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems, including “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. Wikipedia
Did any of you do this ? Every fall my mom would have my brothers and I get a paper bag and go for a walk in the woods and collect colored leaves. When we got them home we would pick out the very best leaves, perfect shape and colors counted. We would then place them on a sheet of wax paper placing another sheet on the top and then go over it with a slightly warm iron. Mom would tape them to the glass on our windows.
It reminded me of stained glass windows when the sun shown directly on the glass, awesome. The nice thing was that they lasted for a long time right through the winter if you like. It’s such a little thing but I loved the time we spent doing this and I did the same with my children on down to my grandchildren and we all loved it and every fall looked forward doing it.
I was thinking about it yesterday and wondered, do they even make wax paperanymore ? So I would try to find some pictures of pressing leaves by doing a google search and wow! I was quite surprised and delighted to see how many people still do this. Interesting thing is folks have found new ways to preserve their beautiful leaves and display them in very interesting ways and yes, they still do make wax paper! We kids called it pressing leaves, today some call them Suncatchers. It’s the little things that kids remember.