We were supposed to volunteer, then all our plans changed. Euly went out of town, Nick had to work, we had three more kids to join us. In the end Ceci enlisted Maggie to help volunteer with volunteer lunches once we found Ms. Linda.
The rest of us were participants at the Annual Kleb Woods Hummingbird festival in Tomball, Texas.
The nature photographers were out in force to see the hummingbird migration and since it was my extra kids' first visit, we decided to branch out and see all we could of this old farm converted to forest nature preserve.
|My nephew manned the Can You Run as Fast As a Hummingbird Can Fly? booth. And no, we couldn't. But they tried.|
|On your mark, ...|
|Craig wants one of these stoves for our bedroom. Pretty cute and has a purpose.|
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Farm to forest- windmill absorbed by the trees.
The crafts are fun- the girls and their bird masks.