Nothing extraordinary has happened -not yet, anyway- but your whole everything is sparkling, and giggling and ready.
Ready for anything, really.
And it doesn't matter if nothing extraordinary does happen... because regardless of the Fancy's or the Plain's... every little thing is winking and blinking at you... and you know that all of your world is offering its prettiest smile.
And so the day begins.
With dinosaur documentaries
and computer games online for Maddie (good to have the 'net back on the babes' computers).
Play with Daddy
plans for Tea
(and so The Gathering)Lemon balm for tea; peppermint flowers, lavender, and raspberry for the petit fours,
oh-- and sprinkles. Mustn't forget the Sprinkles.
And then to the business of it.
and more play.
Lunch -en plein air-
while lying indolently and unrepentantly upon our cushy quilt in the cool shadelistening to the next Dance chapter of Little House
a bit of play
and then the day's Create! project.
Which comes from a variety of places;
our own imaginations and machinations
our friend Julie
and a Fish project from Kids Can Press: The Jumbo Book of Art.
Love love love this technique. Fill a bit of plastic mesh (lemons, limes, garlic, onions come in these often) up with rags, and paint a thin layer onto the mesh to stamp. Beautiful scales! Would be perfect for you-know-whats. Can't wait to make a jurassic/triassic/cretaceous scene!!
This one was written by Trev.
Far, far back in time, back in the Cretaceous, there was a small but strong [snowflake] with an amazing ability to psyche out its opponent by disappearing and re-appearing as a [hexagon]. The [snowflake] had a tall [spiky cloud] on its head which used for an ability to take out its opponent. The [snowflake] was a great enemy of the [shield]. The [snowflakes] often fought with the [shields] for possession of [flowers] which were used for [houses] in the village of [shovels].
The [snowflakes] lived in [tepees] that were often very astonishing. They used animal [hearts] for transportation.
The [snowflakes] survived by foraging for corns, and the males would go hunt for fish in their special boats. The [snowflakes] eventually evolved and adapted to life, and they are still alive today in [bells] of the hills of [arrows].
Upon finishing our tale, Maddie whipped out the MadLibs book. :) Which turned out to be alright with Trev and rather humorous for all of us.* * *
So as it turns out,
there was nothing of the Fancy's to be seen today.
All very, very ordinary.
Nothing that wowed us,
nothing that shocked us
or rocked us
or socked us.
On the breeze came quiet and gentle things.
But we're okay with that kind of Plain.