On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.
Your brothers wanted to call you Violet Tulip. They thought two flowers for a girl’s name was beautiful.
Since you came during the opening ceremonies to the 2008 Olympics, on the luckiest day in China, 8/8/08, I thought we might call you Olympia Beijing.
Despite all these great ideas, Maddie fits you better. Happy 4th Birthday to our most favorite daughter. We love you!
This will probably come as a great shock to all of you, but in my opinion the number one Independence Day celebration in the country is in Boston. I have only attended one time, but that’s enough to cross it off my bucket list. I’d love to take the kids sometime when they’re older.
After an entire day in the sun, everyone’s brains were a little fried, so by the time Keith Lockhart wrapped up the 1812 Overture (with real cannons over the Charles River — yea, and verily the same river that was there for the first battles of the Revolution!) and the first strains of Sousa’s “The Stars and Stripes Forever” echoed over the Esplanade, the entire crowd went ballistic.
Here’s a taste:
It’s probably the best day of the year for piccolo players.
(Here are the original lyrics)
And here’s a fun version from a supermarket on the Cape last year (don’t miss the trombones over the balcony at the end):
Live as people who are free, not using your freedom as a cover-up for evil, but living as servants of God.
I Peter 2:16 ESV
This song came out in the summer of 1999, the year that I graduated from college and got married. Does anyone else remember it? It was a phenomenon for a few months.
I still love it. David reminded me of it this morning, and seeing that it’s graduation season once more, I thought I’d pass it on. We know of one family that celebrated their oldest’s graduation from Chapel Hill Saturday and the dad’s graduation from law school on Sunday. Crazy!
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
Hurricane update from Charlotte: it’s sunny and a little breezy here, and all we expect to get from Hurricane Irene — besides an assault of news coverage from crazy reporters standing in the water on Nags Head — is more humidity…because we need more of that.
Sorry for my absence these last weeks. This is why I have doubts about my ability to be a “professional” blogger…I like the freedom to just disappear for a couple weeks and not feel guilty about it.
Anyway, we had VBS and my mom came to visit. We celebrated quite a few milestones in the last few weeks.
One little girl turned three…
Here is the birthday girl in the middle of her two buddies, Alexa (l) and Elisabetta (r).
Last weekend David and I celebrated our twelfth wedding anniversary with a dinner cruise on Lake Norman.
Yesterday we started school. It’s my fifth year officially homeschooling.
More to come…