poetry and weeds

My friend Guinever sent a picture of the boys by email, a nice beginning to a day. I had just recieved the formal boys with Mary picture yesterday. It’s a beautiful picture of the three of them, and Abby’s shoes are in the corner.

This picture, however, was sent with explanation:
Alex picked these flowers (and weeds) from our yard and arranged them in the vase and cups. At first, he had only three containers. The tall one for him, because he’s the tallest, the blue cup for Caleb and the little one for Mary. “What about Abby? We need one for Abby.” Caleb asked as he took one of the flowers out of his cup. Alex told him, ”No we need a bouquet which is a lot of flowers,” so he went back outside for more flowers and found another cup.


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