I think it’s been known for a long, long time. The universe has many centers. They are in the homes of newborns and little children. Certainly, that is where ours is at the moment.
I soloed with Dasha again yesterday while her folks ran an errand. She likes to nap and dance. We were in the kitchen doing the Texas-two step—with an occasional dip—to Up on the Housetop-click, click, click. I looked out the window to see the father of the family down the drive playing soccer on a cold bright day with three of his four children. All was merry and bright in the tiny corner of the world.
She will be a lovely international person. When she is not napping and dancing she likes to be read to. At my downstairs post, I am reading the Tales of Beatrix Potter. When she is upstairs in the rocker with her mommy, she hears Pushkin’s Fairy Tales in Russian. I must see about getting her a copy of Song of the South or Uncle Remus. Check Patrick’s blog—address follows.
To put myself in the mood for Miss Potter, I reread Susan Albert’s The Tale of Hilltop Farm. It’s a mystery featuring Beatrix and all her animals. Easy to believe in this English setting.
We are in Jane Austen country. I took a couple of long walks in the community woods down the road. Jane was almost a presence.
We are having sunny weather and good time. Patrick is an excellent blog teacher. Check out Dasha’s at http://pipando.blogspot.com . When I get home, I’ll start putting in pictures. Patrick has some dandies!
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