I always hate to see it end for summer.
During our poetry time, my 4 yo (who is not usually at TBG with me, as he is still a little too young) listened to each child recite the poem Fog by Carl Sandburg (this term's poet) in preparation for our upcoming Family Night.
He and I had read it one foggy morning at home prior to this meeting.
Then on Saturday our family worked out in the garden, weeding and planting. It was a gorgeous day.
At one point, my son was playing quietly in the dirt a little ways away from me, and I heard him saying something under his breath. I stopped working and listened a little closer.
He was reciting Fog word for word. It made me smile.
I caught my husband's eye and he looked and smiled knowingly.
Then the poem changed to this:
"Cars, by Carl Sandburg.
Cars sit on little roads.
They drive on silent wheels
over town and city
and then move on."
Maybe I'll bring him with me for poetry at TBG more often :)
None of my past attempts at garden marker/labels have held up.
I'm hoping these will.
Next time we'll use a larger hammer to flatten them so the letters are more visible.
I later added black paint to help the letters stand out a little better.
(and, well, trying to eat them too... without success.)
And here's one other little thing I enjoyed this weekend and wanted to share.