ketchup.

Listening: Wanting:

Reading:

And re-reading:

Watching:

What are you all up to? Does anyone read my blog anymore?

for papa.

Noise, by Pooh.

Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.

And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.

Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming
Will be fun.

And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why a Pooh is poohing,
In the sun.

For the spring is really springing;
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
Can be heard.

And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
But he's cucking and he's ooing,
And a Pooh is simply poohing
Like a bird.



from The House at Pooh Corner, by A.A. Milne




when i was little, my dad would read us this book. this poem by pooh always made us laugh and laugh and laugh. and it still makes me laugh. and i can hear my dad reading it. and it makes me happy.

so

i started a book club blog. if anyone wants in, send me your email and i will add you as an author!

www.librolibrolibro.blogspot.com

i want

to be part of a book club.
who belongs to one?

or should i start my own?