Grandpa’s Garden


Grandpa’s Garden, a children’s short story by Brian Drake
Dawn DeLeon – Quote    Brian Drake – Narrator
Hal Moore – Grandpa    Ruth Jolley – Mom    Nicholas Stein – Jack
Sharon Stein – Grandma

Shine In The Sun Tomorrow

Have a baby who’s scared and can’t sleep because of a nighttime thunderstorm? Try singing this lullaby I wrote during Saturday night’s wind storm. Repeat as needed. You’re welcome.

 

Today was dark and gray, but that’s okay, we’ll shine in the sun tomorrow
Gone’ll be the rain, a still weathervane will point to the road, follow
Nevermind the wind, thunder? let it roll, rest your head from worry
I guarantee your brown eyes see blue skies and light, but no hurry
There’s a fountain pouring down to thirsty dry ground, leaving  dew for the morning
So wrap in your blanket, sleep now, take it, close your eyes, you’re safe here
Pleasant dreams, imagine a scene, rainbows dip when they dance, dear


 

Cookies From

A brown package arrived yesterday well wrapped, double taped, and postmarked North Carolina. I peeled away the wrapping to discover a shoe box where, inside, were three ziplock bags of homemade cookies from Mom and Naomi.
Bag #1: Peanut-butter/chocolate-chip, I’ve already eaten every cookie in the bag. 
Bag #2: I don’t know what they’re called, but think of a “sugar cookie,” a tasty accompaniment to hot chocolate or coffee.
Bag #3: A single round cookie with green icing and sprinkles to resemble a Christmas wreath, this one was made by Naomi. 

Naomi Writes

April is National Poetry Month. Here’s one from Naomi, a (very) young writer.  
 
I said hi! You said
hay dood! Do you
hav home work?
No I don’t. ok so
ok. Do you like me?
Yes I do Good bye. 

Confused And Amazed

Today’s blog entry comes from Marianne:
 
Naomi is fascinated by science. She was watching a National Geographic program showing computer animation of what a baby lion looks like inside the momma’s belly, with sonogram images highlighting various gestation periods. Pretty interesting stuff, especially through the eyes of my six year old daughter. 
I told Naomi, “You know what?  When you were inside my belly the doctor took a handheld thing and ran it over my belly. Then it showed pictures of you on a TV screen that looked like that. It’s called a sonogram.”.
She looked at me with confusion and amazement then raised her brow and said, “What?! Did I have clothes on?”
I answered, “Uh…no, you didn’t have any clothes on.”
Naomi said, “Well…I wish you could have swallowed some clothes so I wouldn’t be naked.”