Witnessed
Lila throwing herself with abandon into the spring night air:
Moon! You don’t have eyes!
Moon! You don’t have a mouf!
Moon! You don’t have a head!
Moon!
It’s Gark! It’s Gark! Gark!
Gark!
Hello Moon! You so beautifuw!
I can mark the coming of spring so clearly now, the kids are just bursting with the joyful rush of sap running in their blood, like a river overflowing its banks. They have boundless energy, and chatter all day and night.
Tyler wouldn’t let me take pictures of him practicing his Mad Ninja Skillz out in the yard with his wooden sword, but Lila played on the back deck barefoot last night while watching the moonrise
monitoring the incoming cold front
dancing like a sprite
and wiggling her toes.
"Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"
~Hal Borland
March 14th, 2006 at 12:59 pm
Her moon song makes me want to get up and do the same thing.
March 15th, 2006 at 8:56 am
This is so lovely!! Lila’s brilliant poem, the gorgeous
photos, your words…they all make me so glad to be here on the planet!! Thanks, Kelly!!
March 15th, 2006 at 10:12 am
Fantastic moon picture! Also, yay for darling daughters and for SPRING!
March 15th, 2006 at 10:49 am
I feel Spring coming, too - but then I just saw the weather forecast and see that we’re supposed to get snow tomorrow. I think March is one of the most cruel months, taunting us with Spring yet making sure we don’t forget about winter completely.
March 15th, 2006 at 1:17 pm
. . . give lilabean a kiss for me for reminding me how beautiful the moon is . . . smooches to you, too, but simply because you are so cute
March 17th, 2006 at 7:10 pm
Oh, WOW! Thank GOD you wrote that DOWN! Make post cards with the photo and the song printed together. That’s what I did with my daughter’s mountain haiku (which wasn’t actually a haiku, but she was TWO, so I cut her some slack on the syllable thing).
Thanks for sharing…gave us all serious spring fever, I suspect. My kids had a lemonade stand today in 54 degrees. I call that sap risin’, too.