My running buddy

7:25 on a Sunday night, the hare to my tortoise, but still beat me to the front door.

Poetry and power

At Halina's school, the 2cd and 3rd grade classes celebrated their power by singing, dancing, and reciting poems they'd written at a performance last week. Halina wrote about a moment when a little frog in her hand jumps away.

It was extra special because many of the kids wrote their poems the day Chris came to school a few weeks ago to teach them about poetry. A workshop of sorts for both classrooms.

Choosing a few words that convey what you observe, what you sense, and whittling them down or growing them out to become your particular art -- then delivering them to people who respectfully listen -- is powerful. I re-learned the connection this week as all the kids recited and stomped and reached in front of a big painted "Poetry and Power" poster.

Here's Halina's portrait and bio from the show.

And flowers afterwards.

Halina and Ani practicing.

And Luke playing Halina's guitar.

Signs of spring

First T-ball game. All ready.

But will it rain out? (They got to play nearly to the end.)

The cedar waxwing we buried in our back yard.

Easter morning baskets.

Hunting for eggs.

Some of these new friends are delicious.

Easter brunch with pjs and stuffies.

A garden shop (the sign says open).