Bear Swamp Reflections: Matthew and Lauren

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Matthew and Lauren

Matthew and Lauren came for a visit on Sunday. Lauren and her daddy had been sick for about a week with some kind of stomach virus. She's looking quite perky in this picture, although she started running a fever and feeling bad later in the evening.

Matthew looks cute sleeping on Poppy's tummy. Notice the Ohio University shirt. Maybe he's trying to influence Matthew's future college choice.

4 comments:

JackeeG4glamorous said...: Thanks for visiting my blog! athough I'm so busy with my mom, and it's going to be a drag to read for awhile with all the chaos that is surrouding me. Hard to stay positive and calm. I can see we have the same taste in books-what a joy your grandkids are-and your cool farm! I'll be back!; July 31, 2008 at 9:30 AM
Susan said...: Thanks for visiting! Take care of yourself, too. See ya!; July 31, 2008 at 9:42 AM
Amy said...: Aww, how cute! Little Matthew looks deep in thought, perhaps considering OU? Lauren is so cute with her little blond pigtails. There is some sort of virus going around up here too. It's affected a lot of the people at work. I think it's called "summer". ;-); August 2, 2008 at 9:05 PM
Susan said...: Amy, that virus at work is probably called heat exhaustion! I feel badly for you having to work in that stifling heat. I hope it eases up soon.

Matthew looks just like his daddy did and hopefully he will consider OU. We sure couldn't convince any of our kids to go there. It's a great school! Go Bobcats!; August 5, 2008 at 9:15 AM

From Ruth~~For Lauren

The River and the Sea

"The river is within us, the sea is all about us . . ."

— T S Eliot (Four Quartets)

How does the river run within the sea?

Like the coyote, bounding deer-like

in the soy bean field last evening,

and behind him the honeyed sun

a young girl’s hair, cascading among

the trees. He distanced gradually

from the road we cycled, his body

now disappearing beneath

the shrubby, wavy green, now

reappearing in the bob and bounce

of a cork retreating from shore. Like

a dream. Like a secret stone that leaps

as the sun sets, an opal, a tiger’s eye,

to the horizon, until he and the sun are one.

~ruth mowry~

For Joshua

The Albatross

Often, for pastime, mariners will ensnare

The albatross, that vast sea-bird who sweeps

On high companionable pinion where

Their vessel glides upon the bitter deeps.

Torn from his native space, this captive king

Flounders upon the deck in stricken pride,

And pitiably lets his great white wing

Drag like a heavy paddle at his side.

This rider of winds, how awkward he is, and weak!

How droll he seems, who lately was all grace!

A sailor pokes a pipestem into his beak;

Another, hobbling, mocks his trammeled pace.

The Poet is like this monarch of the clouds,

Familiar of storms, of stars, and of all high things;

Exiled on earth amidst its hooting crowds,

He cannot walk, borne down by his giant wings.

~Charles Baudelaire~

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Matthew and Lauren

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From Ruth~~For Lauren

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