The Shelby F. Squirrel Series: Books that Grow with your Child
03 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
by Eleanor Lawrie in Uncategorized
I still have trouble being like the puffin.
It’s OK to do what we can, and be happy about it. Isn’t it?
Today the minimum was forced on me. That’s not something I can change. What I am realizing, gradually and reluctantly, is to be thankful for anything and everything.
So I’m jumping into my bed.
And will enjoy my Michael Connelly novel.
Thank you, little puffin.
02 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
White Lace on a Pale Green Ground
The breeze creates a rippling tide
of Queen Anne’s Lace from side to side;
the lovely tops design a spread
more beautiful than any bed.
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The grass beneath is pale and dry,
through heat and drought it does not die.
The flowers come but once a year,
a welcome sight that’s held most dear.
But not to last for, to my dread,
the mowers cut them, every head!
How bare, how stark the meadow lay,
its graceful blanket torn away.
Ah! Now I wait another year
for fragile blooms to reappear.
All winter long, beneath the snow
the Queen Anne’s Lace prepares to grow!
The cruel blade it will defy
when August comes with sunny sky;
the sweet white lace will then be found
Garlanding the pale green ground.
Eleanor Lawrie
August 16, 2011