Tag: grass
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Day One Hundred Seventy Nine, July 20, 2011
The fields are so much richer in impressions than television, the forests are so much prettier than video games, the bugs are so much more interesting than electronic toys, the smells of nature are so much more intense and more pleasant than plastic smells of toys made in factories, the air is so much more…
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Day One Hundred Seventy Eight, July 19, 2011
Once upon time there was a glass jar. It was created in a factory and fitted with a tin lid. The jar was filled with factory made marmalade of strawberry picked from German fields. The marmalade was enjoyed over many wonderful family breakfasts over buttered bread. The jar was finally emptied, washed and refilled with…
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Day One Hundred Seventy, July 11, 2011
Do you still remember the little spots you played in as a child? A garden, a little forest, a neighborhood alley perhaps? I still do, I remember the trees we climbed, the little houses we built, the small fires we made, the pretend coffees we cooked, and it all felt so huge, like our own…
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Day One Hundred Sixty Seven, July 8, 2011
They were once tiny seeds, placed inches below the ground in darkness and they were coded with one single purpose, to reach up towards the source of life, the yellow power, the great sun. So with a tremendous effort they pushed, over and over in one singular direction till they broke through the earth and…
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Day One Hundred Fifty Six, June 27, 2011
It’s a funny thing our perception of size. When we are young we perceive our parents to be bigger than life, our homes and gardens to be a large domain where we build our memories and our planet to be out of this world huge. Then we grow up, and we go back to visit…
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Day One Hundred Fifty, June 21, 2011
They appear as if from nothing, the expand at an impossible speed and they disappear almost just as fast. Most mushrooms behave this way. They are one of the mysteries that have always fascinated me. When things appear and disappear in a short time compared to all else around them, like Native American sand paintings,…
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Day One Hundred Twenty Seven, May 29, 2011
Recently there has been a growing and intense fascination with the small worlds of little creatures in our home. Every day, Lea makes sure she has a little cup or container that she takes to school with her just in case a bug of some sort shows itself that day. Then after school she makes…
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Day One Hunderd Four, May 6, 2011
This is the look I call ‘the pout’. Children learn it at a very early age when their clever little heads realize they can exert emotional pressure on you. It immediately follows a rejection from you to one of their strong wishes. They test it repeatedly and they realize over time that it mostly works…