Heart Felt

Raspberries

A bee came buzzing by
And told me to follow
He said, "Just look at all these berries
Theres more than you can swallow."

Raspberries, so swollen and ripe
Like picking candy, off the vine
Buckets and buckets full
I’m so glad they’re mine.

I keep picking and picking
And easily off they slide
I can never get enough
Over my lips, they glide

My ruby red mouth
Will be stained for days
The way my teeth hide the seeds
I’m totally amazed!

Oh raspberry you’re beautiful
Red nectar of the season
I think you know…
You give life a reason!

[Poem sourced from here]

 

 

 

 

Bubble prizes

Family day spent at the local A&P show.

Ghost trains, merry-go-rounds and toffee apples....

Bright and noisy side shows...

and winning bubble mixtures.

Sun shine, smiles and melting ice-creams.

Peace Garden

This beautiful garden lined with flowering cherry trees is a memorial marking the site of a riot that resulted in the deaths of 48 Japanese prisoners of war and one guard during World War II.

 A plaque commemorates the site with a 17th-century haiku:

Behold the summer grass
All that remains of the
Dreams of warriors.

Inspired by Amy's annual family visits.

Under the kowhai tree

Sitting in the long damp spring grass....

Listening to the bees and tui birds in the kowhai tree.....

Finding intrieguing things....

and calling to the old ram.....

That was our afternoon under the kowhai tree.

 

Daffodils

Daffodil picking at Middlerun Homestead.

 

 

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

~ William Wordsworth

 

 

 

 

 

Snow collage and poem by Sadie

When I picked Sadie up from kindergarten a couple of weeks ago I was greeted by one of Sadie's teachers who's been working with Sadie and extending her interest in art.  Jenni was excited by Sadie's recent piece reflecting on her memories of the day it snowed.

Sadie had drawn pictures of a snowlady, a snowman, herself and Charlie playing in the snow.  She had carefully cut around each character and then pasted each piece onto a piece of pink card and painted snow on the ground and falling from the sky.

Sadie then confidently spoke in front of her class about her completed art work.   The teachers then asked Sadie if they could frame it and hang it on the wall in the kindergarten which is a very special privilege indeed!

To top it off Sadie wrote a poem to go with her collage.

Snow falling from the sky

Snow on the mountains

Snow falling on the ground

Snow falling on people

Snow falling on the snowlady

Snow falling on the snowman

Snow falling in my eyes

The Acorns Are Falling

 

 

The Acorns Are Falling The acorns are falling,  From the mighty oak.  They cover the ground,  The grass fairly choke.  All over the yard,  They can be seen.  Most of them brown,  A few of them green.  Some of these acorns,  Will grow up to be,  Giant live oaks,  Magnificent trees.  The acorns are falling,  Like little brown tears.  I can hear winter calling,  It's that time of year.  Juan Olivarez

 

 

Robot hoodie ~ Squidgyums

Striped bloomers ~ Ruff 'n' Tumble (thrifted)

Tights ~ Hi Hop

Boots ~ Clarks (thrifted)

 

Little Miss Muffet

Sadie put this skit together herself, just a reminder that she is 3 years old.  All I did was string the spider up, film and read the rhyme.  

Bravo Sadie!

 

Late Summer

Late summer, tall grass, warm winds, cicadas song.  

Fence jumping, pear picking on our way home from school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where the fairies dance

 

 

Few folk have seen a Fairy,
But I found this one for you.
If you believe with all your might
She'll make your dreams come true.

 

The fairies are dancing — how nimbly they bound! 
   They flit o'er the grass tops, they touch not the ground

                                                                               Carolina Eliza Scott