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Dandelion Bouquets

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“She’s so slow,” said Tommy with exasperation.

“Hi, Mom!” added the blue-eyed brother.

“Hi,” I responded, “Where are Jimmy and Maggie?”

“Jimmy’s waiting for Maggie. It’s his day,” Tommy said over his shoulder as I watched the two brothers fly down the stairs to the basement.

BAM! The door flew open five minutes later, and in stomped my third son. “Why is she so slow?” Jimmy asked me as he grabbed a chocolate chip cookie off the plate with avocado flowers that sat innocently on the island. “I had to wait forever at the top of the hill.” Then, reaching out his hand, he grabbing the doorknob, opened the basement door, and followed his brothers down the stairs.

“Hi, Mommy,” came a little girl voice behind me, a voice bubbling with excitement. My little-girl daughter eagerly looked up into my eyes, her hand outstretched. A golden ball of dandelions was held securely in her chubby little-girl hand. A warm feeling spread in my heart like hot fudge sauce on ice cream. My eyes lit with a wonder glow as I reached out my hand and gingerly took the offering. Bending down, my lips kissed her rosy cheek.

“Thank you, Honey! They’re so pretty. Let’s put them in some water.” A little dried beef jar became the vase that humbly displayed this sweet gift. No fancy, store-bought bouquet could rival their beauty in my heart.

Now, many years have passed. I look back to those days of childhood innocence when all of God’s creation was delightful and enchanting. I gaze back to my little girl child, my sweet, little girl-child daughter who loved to bring me wilted dandelion bouquets and wild snapdragons with love in her eyes and joy in her heart.

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Spring is Playing Peek-a-Bo0

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Spring’s sunny face was smiling

          only yesterday.

She peeked amidst ol’ Winter’s clouds

          And warmed us through and through.

I wish she’d come and play again

          And disperse ol’ Winter’s gloom.

Today my friend is hiding;

          She’s nowhere to be found.

When will she come again to play

          And make my spirit soar? 

When, oh, when will Spring come back

          And peek-a-boo once more?

What Says the Robin?

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What says the robin to welcome Spring?
Tweet! Tweet!
Isn’t she sweet?

What says the leaf to welcome Spring?
Rustle, rustle!
See how they bustle.

What says the squirrel to welcome Spring?
Scamper, scamper!
Look how they do pamper.

What says the grass to welcome Spring?
Swish, swash!
Look, a stroller so posh.

What says the cricket to welcome Spring?
Chirp, chirp?
Do I hear a burp?

What do we see? What do we see?                      Mabel in Stroller
Baby out on her first stroll.
Baby out to greet the spring.
Could it be?
Oh, can it be?

What says Baby to welcome Spring?
Coo, coo, coo!
I’ll grow and grow
Strong and true.

What sings Spring, her soft reply?
Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye,
Hurry on home!
Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye,
Hurry on home!

The N0-Snow-Day Day

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The no-snow day day

The No-Snow-Day Day

The snowflakes swirl and laugh and play.

While inside, here I sit.

The snowflakes run along the wind

And wave up to the sky.

And all the while, I’m stuck  inside,

inside hard at work.

Reading, ‘Riting, ‘Rithmetic

Have no appeal to me.

It is outside I want to be

To run and laugh and play.

 

The snowflakes tire and sit to rest

Upon the cold, white ground.

The snowflakes seem to wait for me

To don my woolen mitts.

Here inside I have to stay,

The teacher reads a book.

“What do you think about this book?”

She asks me after while.

 

How can I tell her what I think?

How can I let her know?

I’d rather be outside right now

And playing in the snow!

 

 

And I’m Off…

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My eyes flew open and darted toward the window.  Yea!  The sun is shining.  Energy seemed to pulse through my body.  How can being on Spring Break make me feel so different than just yesterday? Oh, well, I’m just going to enjoy it.  Seven twenty-eight.  Definitely late for me. What should I do today?  In my mind, I start making a mental list:

  1. Maybe go to yoga in the morning.
  2. Eat a yummy breakfast in my pajamas.
  3. Write my slice and post before 11:51 P.M. Eastern Standard Time.
  4. Declutter for at least 30 minutes-and actually have time to check it off the list.
  5. Go to Good Friday Service at noon instead of 7:00 P.M.

My feet hit the floor, and I’m off.  It’s going to be a great day!

P.S.  I’m already done with #2 and #3, and have added something else to my list:

  1.  Take pictures of the sun through the icy trees.  (I added some photos below.  Yes, I know they are off the topic of my post.  Hopefully, you’ll enjoy them anyway.)  

I hope your day will be be as wonderful as I think mine will be.  

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Peeking Sun

Icy Limbs

Peeking Sun

Sun After the Storm

Peeking Sun

Treee in Sunshine

Peeking Sun

Upon wakening

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Gloomy, gray skies meet my eyes.

No merry ray to light my way,

No sunny shaft to stir my heart.

 

Willful Winter blasts and blows.

Wind and sleet and falling snows

Chilly fingers curling down,

          Twirling down,

                    Swirling round.

One last gasp

One last grasp

King this day is he.  

 

Silvery Spring, though fast asleep,

Yesterday did wear

Daffodil and crocus fair

And robins in her wispy hair.

 

Silvery Spring, though sleeping deep,

Dreams of the day

That now must keep,

Babbling brooks

          gentle breeze

                    dancing, tender grasses.

One last nap

One last sleep

Slumbering this day is she.

 

© B. J. Donaldson, 2016, All rights reserved.

The Snowy Day

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The Snowy Day

My eyes opened, glancing at my alarm clock.  Five forty-eight.  A whole 12 minutes ahead of schedule.  Reaching over, my fingers groped to switch it off.  Thankfully, I didn’t have to awaken to that annoying buzzer.  Swinging my legs to the floor, I padded over to the bathroom to begin my day.

About an hour later, my legs swung into my car, and I backed down the driveway.  Snow had freshened-up the dreary, dismal, wintery day.  Standing like soldiers guarding the street, the trees had snowy highlights in their hair.  Like a white, wooly blanket, snow covered the lawns and sidewalks.  A smile flickered on my lips.  How beautiful!  My foot pushed on the accelerator, and I started down the street.

As I sped north on Interstate-43 to Green Bay, about a 2 hour drive, my eyes thirstily drank in the beauty of the countryside. On either side of me, rural winter scenes could be inspiration for an artist’s brush.  A rustic, red barn, hues slightly muted by the hazy lingering, low lying clouds, stood in contrast to white, sparkling fields.  The outlines of planting rows peeked out here and there as if a reminder that this is March, after all. Evergreens, with heavy snow-frosted boughs, bowed under their weight, hanging their heads in discouragement, only yesterday having believed that spring had sprung.   A flock of turkeys, toms and hens, busily scrounged for food on a hilly field.  The scenes faded into the distant horizon, slipping into the opaque whiteness.   Did drivers in passing cars take time, like me,  to drink in this breath-taking scenery? Did they, too, wonder how time flew so swiftly with such gorgeous distraction?  

Quickly, it seemed, my journey was o’er.  Another scene awaited me, another scene that was enveloped in soft, fabrics of white, tulles with diamond sparkling amid the delicate. frosty lace.  Another scene which warmed my yearning heart, another scene.  This time a sweet young woman, with love-lights in her eyes, happy roses in her cheeks, wore her dreamy wedding dress.