Quotography: cuckoo

"...a voice so thrilling ne'er was heard in spring-time from the

cuckoo-bird, breaking the silence..."   William Wadsworth

I've never hear a real cuckoo-bird, but I am reminded every single day what it sounds like when it sings. We have a cuckoo clock from the Black Forest of Germany, where the cuckoo-bird is prevalent. Every hour the cuckoo-bird comes out of it's door to sing the time. If I ever go back to Europe in the spring-time I will have to listen carefully for the song of the cuckoo-bird.

Easter

We have a tradition at our house on Easter. It's centered around the kids... from youngest to oldest! Everyone participates in this fun event. What do we do?

Roll colored Easter eggs down the hill.

The eggs are boiled, colored, and carefully placed in the grass filled wooden bowl. We sit them on the counter for all to admire while we eat dinner. Afterwards, we have an Easter egg hunt. Then, at the conclusion of the hunt, the kids get their colored eggs and roll them down the grassy hill in front of the house.

All fun and games... rolling, chasing... rolling, tumbling... 

Until... crash! It wasn't the bump on Emmy's behind that hurt. It was the egg that cracked!

Such a sad little face.

The last thing little Em expected was a broken egg. She went to big sister for sympathy. She told her sad, sad, story.

No promptings here! Big sister made it all better and traded her unbroken egg for the broken egg. What a joy to watch. I'd say that was the truest kind of sisterly love! 

All's well that end's well!

Writing prompt #2: Easter recap.

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Quotography: flowers

I have always loved daisies. They were my choice of flower for my wedding bouquet. I wanted their sunshiny beauty to grace my yard. And there is nothing quite so enjoyable as seeing wild daisies growing in a meadow! 

When I came across this quote it made me smile....

Said the other, little daisy, "I am very well content. To live simply in the meadow Where the sun and rain are sent; Where the bees all gather sweetness and the dew falls on my head, And the radiance of the moon light is all around me shed. The grass and clover blossoms admire my beauty all day long, As I listen to the   music of a bird's delightful song..." Gertrude Tooley Buckingham  

Oh... to be a daisy in a meadow, with no cares in the world! To soak up the sun and feel the rain on my face, to feel the gentle breeze and hear the buzz of a bee. To show off my beauty and have birds sing to me all day long.... I think I would like that right now! sigh....