The Sleepover

I was so excited!

My good friend Clover

was coming for a visit

with a proper sleepover.

My brother would be barred

(he is such a horrid beast!)

and certainly not invited 

to our secret midnight feast.

Mother made us sandwiches

with butter and some ham,

a drink of fresh lemonade

and scones with lovely jam.

We set up our small party,

everything just right,

and settled in to wait

for the clock to chime midnight.

But, oh dear! What happened?

Without any warning,

we both fell sound asleep

and slumbered till morning. 

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: my father made

these darling beds for me.

Life is short, eat the cookie

Early one morning

as I opened my eyes

I thought I'd go out

to see the sun rise.

The world was still dark,

the air had a sting,

that lovely cool freshness

you'd expect from spring.

I didn't see a daffodil,

no tulips to be had,

nor crocuses or hyacinths

but I was not sad.

The humble little flowers,

the ones you hardly know,

were out blooming gaily

and put on quite a show.

Whole beds of color,

pink and yellow and white,

hugged every tree

and filled me with delight.

The time went by quickly

the sun began to shine,

I bid 'good day' to the flowers

and went to start mine.

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: butter cookies decorated

with edible flowers from

my garden.

Once is Not Enough... Recycle!

Going out the door

is old man Winter,

muttering to himself

and feeling quite bitter:

"For all my hard work,

the quality weather I bring -

all I hear around me

is joy to welcome spring!

It makes me want to storm,

it makes me want to rain,

but after a long summer

see if they don't want me again!"

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: I'm a bit late with

this poem, spring is almost gone

as well. But it is wonderful while

it is here and I've been making

party favors with cottage cheese

containers.