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The kids bring me orange poppies and dandelions
Wild hands on the wild weeds
The color of everything in their childhood-
Painted metal dump trucks, sand buckets, plastic doll hair.
It’s been a strangely nice day.
The boy says, “My flippin Rottweilers, this is heavy,”
as he pulls the water-filled basketball hoop across the yard.
We read for hours. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Our quiet thoughts are about snow and fauns and beavers.