Catching Up

INVITATION

If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

Shel Silverstein

Wow I have gotten behind with this. Life just seems to keep happening. I am not usually big on New Year’s Resolutions but this year I am making one to catch up and stay up on this blog. As much as this is a way of keeping friends and family that are far away up on our doings, this is also my busy mom way of scrapbooking. I figure the electronic version is one my kids don’t have to fight over when I am gone and it gives them, hopefully happy, reminders of childhood they can enjoy when they are all grown up and far away or just feeling nostalgic. This being noted please bare with me as I catch up the post of our crazy existence. Thank you all for staying tuned.

 

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.