Okay! Okay!

Okay okay already. I give in to the pressure to express myself. Whatever the heck that means! So I will start by experimenting on blog design, discreet photo reveals, fonts and formatting. I also won’t tell a soul I started writing a blog. You see my daughter puts me to shame. She not only writes bounteously – she writes well. Even my granddaughter at almost 7 wrote a lovely poem about fall…deeper thoughts than I had at her age. Her poem is – well – here read it FALL . Mine was simply

I see a star in the sky
In the sky so high
so high.
It's shining so bright,
It's the prettiest in sight.
Oh star of heaven - star of might
You are the prettiest star I see tonight!

Well, hmmm...now that I SEE it - I don't think it is all that bad. I was actually in the 2nd grade so I was one year older than Emma. It was my first poem - and it must have meant something to me because I still remember it and the 7 or was it 8 year old passion I felt as I said it over and over to my parakeet.

Oh goodness. I am done - good-night!