Nothing gold can stay. . .
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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I love a kid who's creative with food. When I was a youngster I once wrote "God" in mustard on my bologna sandiwch. I don't consider that in the same category as this "spider-wich."
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. . .and though it's hard to not look cute sitting in a wooden shoe, these rangy little fowl manage to pull it off.
Oh, and look out for scary porch horses!
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No, nothing gross, but pretty funny. Apparently the German word for baby changing table is wickeltisch. I just love that. Here's the wikipedia entry: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wickeltisch and the photographic evidence.
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Here's my room for Friday night at Camp Tecumseh. I was expecting a dorm situation and got a private room. That's a nice way to be surprised. Of, yeah, my own bathroom, too. Whoo hooo.
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Now we're trying to regulate their heat so they live through the night.
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. . .twelve little Rhode Island Reds and a dozen White Rocks. If you have advice or would just like some eggs, leave a comment.
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