1.
I
am constantly amazed by the layers of meaning in children's books.
Sometimes Boo is able to grasp the layers of meaning more easily in
children's stories and books. We finished reading A Wrinkle in
Time this week and watched the
movie adaptation of the book on Netflix yesterday. OK, I watched it
and Boo listened to it. While the movie was quite good, the book was
definitely better.
2.
Boo is fascinated by this video clip of a cat
discovering a piano. I don't suppose it hurts that the cat in
question looks like Boudreaux.
3.
This poem was written by Eugene Fields and seemed to be
a favorite of Boo's at lunch this week. I read it to him every day
this week---at his request. We've discussed the importance of being
content no matter what the circumstances and how difficult that can
be sometimes. We also discussed killing and cleaning chickens. (I
definitely prefer to buy my chicken prekilled, cleaned and wrapped in
plastic wrap.) Yesterday Boo talked about slaughtering hogs with
family and neighbors and making boudin. Absolutely not lunch time
conversation!
Contentment
Once on a time an old red hen
Went strutting round with pompous clucks,
For she had little babies ten,
A part of which were tiny ducks.
"'Tis very rare that hens," said she,
"Have baby ducks as well as chicks
But I possess, as you can see,
Of chickens four and ducklings six!"
Went strutting round with pompous clucks,
For she had little babies ten,
A part of which were tiny ducks.
"'Tis very rare that hens," said she,
"Have baby ducks as well as chicks
But I possess, as you can see,
Of chickens four and ducklings six!"
A season later, this old hen
Appeared, still cackling of her luck,
For, though she boasted babies ten,
Not one among them was a duck!
"'Tis well," she murmured, brooding o'er
The little chicks of fleecy down,
"My babies now will stay ashore,
And, consequently, cannot drown!"
Appeared, still cackling of her luck,
For, though she boasted babies ten,
Not one among them was a duck!
"'Tis well," she murmured, brooding o'er
The little chicks of fleecy down,
"My babies now will stay ashore,
And, consequently, cannot drown!"
But, oh! alas, how very sad!
When gentle spring rolled round again.
The eggs eventuated bad,
And childless was the old red hen!
Yet patiently she bore her woe,
And still she wore a cheerful air,
And said: "'Tis best these things are so
For babies are a dreadful care!"
When gentle spring rolled round again.
The eggs eventuated bad,
And childless was the old red hen!
Yet patiently she bore her woe,
And still she wore a cheerful air,
And said: "'Tis best these things are so
For babies are a dreadful care!"
I half suspect that many men,
And many, many women, too,
Could learn a lesson from the hen
With foliage of vermilion hue.
She ne'er presumed to take offense
At any fate that might befall,
But meekly bowed to Providence.
She was contented - that was all!
And many, many women, too,
Could learn a lesson from the hen
With foliage of vermilion hue.
She ne'er presumed to take offense
At any fate that might befall,
But meekly bowed to Providence.
She was contented - that was all!
4.
My
new recipe to try this week is homemade pop tarts. Who'd have
guessed you could make pop tarts? I'm going to attempt to make them
as sugar free as possible. Actually, I don't know that I've ever
really been a pop tart fan, but I do enjoy trying unusual recipes.
Thanks for encouraging that odd interest when I was growing up Dad!
5.
Spring and the promise of new life is all around us.
New buds, bright greenery and the twittering of a multitude of
birds....signs that warmer weather is on the way.
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| A buttercup in the flower bed...It's a flower, right? |
6.
Tomorrow
is the feast day of St. Louis de Montford. Originally I'd planned to
read one of his books just before his feast day. A
Wrinkle in Time lasted
longer than I anticipated. So far, I haven't found any of his books
in audio form and there is a limit to how much reading aloud I can
reasonably do each day. In honor of his feast, we'll pray the rosary
tomorrow. (OK, we do that everyday anyway.) Boo suggested that we
make knotted chord rosaries like we did last year. I remember that.
He really wanted to make them, but had difficulty remembering how to
make the two knots and how to space them evenly. I wish I'd
remembered to get beads. I think Boo could string rosary beads much
more easily than he can tie knots. Maybe next month.
7.
Boo
and Boudreaux, our cat, are watching a documentary on snakes. Yuck!
Boudreaux expresses his displeasure by raising his head from Boo's
lap occasionally and hissing back at the snakes. Boo has told me
about snakes and rice fields several times already. As long as we
don't have any snakes to bother me in the house, all is well.
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