Hey all….

…I know I have been rather absent lately, but…well….life happened, but I’m doing my best to put a stop to that BS soon enough.

In the mean time, Ms. Magpie has been posting again and I know that it would give her a great creative boost if some of you lovely folks would pop over and see what she’s up to, so if you wouldn’t mind…..check it out….

https://magpiesmenagerie.wordpress.com

 

Thanks bunches–

A request….and another request….

Some of you are already aware, but many of you may not know that my daughter (Magpie) is quite the artist and started her very own blog the summer before last.  We have had precious little time to spare since our family opened our cafe in March, but recently Magpie has gotten quite a bit more active on her blog and I would like to humbly ask those of my readers who are interested in seeing the work of a precocious 9-year-old to pop on over to Magpie’s Menagerie for a look-see.  She has a TON of stuff in the works–poems and art–and it would be great for her to get some more traffic and feedback.

And trust me, she’s not your ordinary 9-year-old (if there even is such a thing…).

Which leads me to my second request.

If anyone has any recommendations for blogs that SHE could follow, I would greatly appreciate any leads–other kid-bloggers and/or kid-appropriate blogs.  I keep a close eye on what she’s checking out but it would be nice for her to have some blog-friends that she can interact with without strict parental over-sight if possible.  She’s kind of nine going on forty so she’s capable of grasping some pretty heavy concepts but at the same time, daddy is, well….daddy.  You know….shining armor and all.  And swords.  Yes, very sharp swords.  One can’t be too careful.

Thanks bunches!

The Poem in Question…

...from when it was Time For Bed...

TheNaturesSong

The Nature’s Song

The wind
whistles past the summer
stream, The sun shines of a
beautiful beam,
The colorful animals
from all around,
Make their noises with 
perfect sound.
The songs of birds drift
past the trees,
With millions and millions
of bumble bees,
buzzing in their hive
with plenty of honey,
To bees, the honey is
mostly like money,
From all around the world,
animals stir,
The worlds full of 
       movements,
     and different sound
The animals all have their
own type of song.

Magdalena
Sage 
Panian


(I refrained from doing anything but normalizing the spelling....
Love what she's doing here with her syntax and sentence structure.)