Life WAS all lovely… and then the germs came… like Jaws sneaking up in slow motion on some poor unsuspecting baby in a floatie…. der-ner… der-ner… der-ner-der-ner-der-ner ARRRRR!!!

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The day before the germs came…

Life was all dandy.  The sun was shining, the bees were humming, the apples were falling.  The children discovered how they could have mustaches like daddy by folding leaves in half.  

Leaves were dropping all at once like that funny cartoon on youtube and it was so nice to be outside enjoying the last of the warm days.  The sun was so relaxing and warm that soon, the children were napping in their soft bed of golden leaves.

And then the next day the virus clenched it’s awful fist and said, “Your son shall me miiiiine.  Mwa ah ah ahhh.”  And so the virus took him and our house converted into a hospital and I converted into a doctor and a nurse.  My son became bed-ridden with a breathing machine to help him breath and a coughing machine to help him cough.  The virus thinks he can beat us, but I know better.  We are going to kick that virus’ butt and in fact, five days on, it looks like we’re definitely going to win.

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1 Comment » Posted: October 30th, 2009 |  Author: jasmine  |  Tags: autumn, sick, virus

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the best things about autumn

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The best things about autumn to me, are the way the leaves sound when they crunch under foot; the way the apples smell as they cook.  The way the sun shines through the leaves; the way the clouds come low and kiss the eves.  The way the mountains look like they’re on fire; mud as sticky as a mire.  Happy children exploring their world; scrunching up leaves with edges curled.

A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field

 

Golden and red trees

Nod to the soft breeze,

As it whispers, “Winter is near;”

And the brown nuts fall

At the wind’s loud call,

For this is the Fall of the year.

 

Good-by, sweet flowers!

Through bright Summer hours

You have filled our hearts with cheer

We shall miss you so,

And yet you must go,

For this is the Fall of the year.

 

Now the days grow cold,

As the year grows old,

And the meadows are brown and sere;

Brave robin redbreast

Has gone from his nest,

For this is the Fall of the year.

 

I do softly pray

At the close of day,

That the little children, so dear,

May as purely grow

As the fleecy snow

That follows the Fall of the year.

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5 Comments » Posted: October 23rd, 2009 |  Author: jasmine  |  Tags: autumn, fall, fall rhyme

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