Thursday, June 23, 2016

Poetry Friday Counting

        Diane Mayr hosts Poetry Friday this week at her blog, Random Noodling. Join everyone who's sharing poetry this Friday! Thanks, Diane!

       It seems I am doing my own 'random noodling' today, sharing a series of counting haiku, welcoming summer.


Counting Summer

one

one swallowtail swoops  
a pink bloom waits--
connected bliss

two

two apple trees just so
anchors hold the hammock -
summer breeze nap

three

three linden trees bloom
aromas collide from the past. . .
new path 

Monday, June 20, 2016

Summer Slice

          I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today. It's always a pleasure to read what everyone writes about their lives.
            

     Happy Summer! When walking around my neighborhood, I see great porches, and comfy furniture on them, but not one porch swing. It makes me wonder why not? And it also takes me back to memories of my childhood and those swings. My husband and I had a swing at our home, and I miss sitting there, remember good times with him, with neighbors and especially my oldest grandson, Carter. 
           One of my grandmothers had two.  One was on the front small porch that was rarely used; visitors always came into the house by the side door, through the mudroom, into the kitchen.  But as that porch’s swing backed into a clematis vine on a trellis, purple skirts blooming up and down, I could read there on summer afternoons with privacy. It was cool there, and I dragged pillows out so I could sit sideways with my legs propped up, ready to give the swing a small push now and then. Her other swing was glorious swinging for kids.  It was hung from a high limb on a large oak by the side of the house, and my cousins and I managed huge arcs of swinging two on at a time, then jumping out onto soft grass.  It was a competition to see how far we could go before we landed.  Other times, I sat there more sedately with my grandmother as we drank sweet tea late afternoons before time to start supper.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

It's Monday-with mostly picture books!


              Every Monday, it's a pleasure to link up with a group that reviews books they want to share with others. Come discover some new books!

          Visit Jen at Teach MentorTexts and Kellee and Ricki at UnleashingReaders to see what they've been reading, along with everyone else who link up.   
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     Applesauce Weather is a short, sweet verse novel from Helen Frost, whose books are always a pleasure. The apples are ready, and it's applesauce weather, but Aunt Lucy passed on last year, and young Faith sits outside, waiting, waiting to see if Uncle Arthur will come anyway. He does, with his whimsical stories, especially the one that tells how he lost part of a finger. The "how" stories are always met with skepticism by Peter, Faith's older brother, who listens, but tries hard to show he isn't interested. Who he is interested in is Rose, a pretty neighbor. The story is a lovely fall afternoon, including memories of an old-time peddler who steps into Uncle Arthur's story, wending its way to a satisfying end. It's enhanced by the black and white sketched illustrations by Amy June Bates. It will make a wonderful mentor text for story-telling and for read aloud for younger students. (Coming in August.) Thanks to Candlewick for the arc!

         Evening comes and sleep, too, while listening to the 'cricket song' in a house on a bay with frogs who 'dreck' and owls who 'boo' as they watch the night. There is a fox listening for a rabbit plus sea otters and whales in the bay. Words seem soft, and while the double-page spread shows larger specific scenes, the bottom of each page shows the broader scene of the bay. You'll need to look closely to watch for changes. 
The illustrations are awesome, showing the outside world along with the young child sleeping. Beautiful bedtime book!


         I found this at my library, by a much acclaimed German artist, and his illustrations are in colored pencil, delightful and expressive! The story tells of two friends who live together, Gordon and Tapir. Unfortunately although they like each other, they are very different when it comes to their living habits. Gordon is neat, prefers everything in its place, while Tapir is quite messy, seems never to pick anything up or clean anything. Dishes are piled high! They do come to a decision, at least Gordon does. He moves out! Now they have no worries about each other's style, they can continue their loving friendship. What a discussion this would bring, and I do wonder that there is no compromise, it's simply a split. I hope some of you read this and let us know what you think!

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Finally Celebrating The Good


          Celebrating with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build.  and connecting with others who share their celebrations, too. It's a joy to read everyone's words of celebration.  

I planned to write last Sunday (my first day at home) about our family trip to Captiva, but I rose on Sunday to the anguish of Orlando. I didn't write this week except posting book reviews until Friday brought a gift from a friend, and I realized that more than ever we must hold dear the ordinary things that make our lives extraordinary. Here are pictures from our wonderful time together. The days filled with sand and sea, storms and play, loving family.


at a favorite restaurant-Carter took the pic
Ingrid and Carter - card game!
     
My nephew and his husband came to visit. It's always a joy to be together
with those who live far from us.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Poetry Friday - Finding Words

         Carol Wilcox hosts us today with a gathering of poems that offer hope here at the end of this week of sadness. Gather at Carol's Corner to read these poems and those of others who share. Thanks, Carol!

        Like everyone, I've found this to be a week of challenge. It is difficult to watch the news, yet I feel as if I'm betraying the memory of those lost if I don't pay attention. I want to make change, yet am unsure what to do that will help. I have written elected officials, I have signed petitions, I am trying. Many have posted beautiful messages on Facebook. I am part of a community who rails at these tragic events. I am hopeful. I found a quote from J R R Tolkien that meant goodness to me, and because of a mail surprise yesterday, it means more.

       “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.

        "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring