I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Thursday, September 9, 2010

His Happy Place




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Will spent all of yesterday morning watching the action at a house down the street (where the truck is parked). You can't see it in the picture but there is a Bobcat on the move. When I said something to Will about the Bobcat, he quickly corrected me. It is, after all, a skid steer loader. Okay.

T minus four days and counting until Will is a full-fledged preschooler. More on that later.

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