Musings of a Whimsical Realist

This was an interesting topic to contemplate.  I debated writing about my current attempts to purge the excess, to clean out the junk.  We are getting ready to transition to homeschooling full-force, with a full-blown elementary student (1st grade!).  So it's been a good time to throw off that which hinders.  I may yet present a blog on organization and clearing out the clutter.  But for today, I am sharing another poem.  A poem in which each "line" is one word.  Minimal.  Yet I found it to be effective! Sunrise green blue morn's hue gone lost night's cost calm dark owls hark black grey moon's ray night's work shades lurk what? bright! morn's light sun's ray dark AWAY!

The History of Umbrellas What a marvelous invention!  Iconically, we have to nod to Disney’s use of the umbrella (talking, no less) to transport Mary Poppins into London in the movie that cemented his genius. For Valentine’s Day this year, I bought all 3 of my kidlets umbrellas (replacing Firstborn’s first rather beat-up and beyond-repair one).  Each child immediately applied his or her umbrella to a unique and personal use. Firstborn, lacking any rain to test on the umbrella, opened it, turned it upside down, and began to load it with toys.  At 6 years old, she is into packing random items from her room into any and all containers available.  I had to disappoint her by pointing out that loading her umbrella would quickly reduce it to the state of her first one.  She sadly unpacked it. Boy-Twin was thrilled with his umbrella, “oh”ing and “ah”ing over the Buzz Lightyear on the handle.  I demonstrated how to open it, which he mastered almost instantly (my mechanical boy who can