Henry has embraced the humble pea!
His mother informs me that he woke up this afternoon and told her "I love peas", followed with a "more peas please".
I only wish that I were there.
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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I did love shelling peas with my grandma & eating lots of them in the process. Does anyone shell peas any longer? I'll have to check our local farmers market.
So did you ever taste horse milk? Can't imagine it being very good & must be very expensive.
Henry is so cute!
I say "I love Henry"..."more Henry please."
And I wish I was there too!
But peas are so round. More often end up on the floor than in the kids' mouth.
A very lovely picture of Henry. All your children all the time seem so happy and jovial. Are they really like that all the time, or you just put those ones on the blog ;-) :-D?
Ez has eaten EVERYTHING we put in front of him. Yesterday he had peas, pumpkin, sweet potato and kangaroo.
Henry wasn’t so keen on the ‘roo.
I’ve not tasted horse milk, but I would probably give it a go.
They’re not happy ALL of the time. Ez does quite well in that department, but Henry (being two and all) often has meltdowns. He was quite ridiculous this morning over the correct manner in which to prepare his Weet-Bix. That said, he brightened up when I took him outside to get a closer view of the moon, which was still up in the sky.
He thought that it was a ball.
Maybe we’ve grossed him out.