Fun pictures but the grass looks freezing cold. Kristen and I will be at the pageant on the 23rd I think, if you plan to be around Manti in that time maybe you'll see us.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze, His helmet is of gold; His breast, a single onyx With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve,--My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine,
--Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting. It might be famine all around, I could not miss an ear, Such plenty smiles upon my board, My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--An Indiaman--an Earl? I deem that I with but a crumb Am sovereign of them all.
Ideas of fun things to do
Make a new friend
Play with a cat
Doing things with family
Have popcorn & snacks while watching Sabrina, Harvey or The Sound of Music
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Fun pictures but the grass looks freezing cold. Kristen and I will be at the pageant on the 23rd I think, if you plan to be around Manti in that time maybe you'll see us.
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