How silently they tumble down,
And come to rest upon the ground.
To lay a carpet rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep,
Their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times they wildly fly
until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air,
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below,
To wait, like children, for the snow.
Elise N. Brady
Thank you leaves.
Now. For the LEAVITY part.
During the Thanksgiving break we visited a
local Apple Store. This is how we found Ty.
Computers on either side of him somehow
were showing this same website.
His hints aren't so subtle...the closer
we approach Christmas. His teacher
just approved him for the real deal.
Kris and Ty practicing their chanters.
I love that Ty's eyes barely leave the
T.V. screen. You'll see why at the end.
(He finished off the season with
41 personal goals, by the way.)
Anne Marie in the background is
preparing application materials
for Graduate School, looking much
calmer on the outside than she
feels on the inside.
It's a boy thing.
I love that they are great friends.
(We must've had spaghetti for dinner.
That's the orange shirt Kris always puts
on over his shirt when we eat spaghetti.
It's been called for "when you die"
by more than one child.)
Next post: The Family and the Gathering