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| The pleasure of secrets |
I met this little cutie at a party and I never did figure out that thing she wasn't going to tell me.
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| The pleasure of popcorn |
The kids flocked to the popcorn at this Ethiopia-fest last summer. They weren't so interested in the coffee beans roasting in a pan nearby.
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| The pleasure of wet sand |
My little grandson at his daddy's feet, discovering the beach.
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| The pleasure of helping |
The daughter of a hazelnut vendor likes to help out at the farmer's market. Her hair is almost as red as the shelling machine! (I didn't do a thing to this photo, honest!)
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| The pleasure of being creative |
Teenagers count as children, don't they? This pair of high school pals set themselves up at the farmer's market with a pad of paper and a typewriter. For a donation of money they wrote original poems on any topic you requested. Best. Idea. Ever.
Jeesh, it's been months since I last linked to Friday My Town Shoot-Outs, where the weekly theme is tied to where you live and what you see locally. You should go there and check it out.
this was a pleasant look at humanity! and creativity. and just the joy of discovery. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, how nice. Humanity can be a good thing.
DeleteThe pleasure of spending some time with you here at your blog.
ReplyDeleteWould that it were in person. Time for you to head west, young man.
DeleteNice to see some good things. Simple pleasures. Aren't the always? Pleasures? Mostly simple.
ReplyDeleteUsually the simplest pleasures are the best, even now, as a grown-up. I still really like wet sand.
DeleteThe young girls at the typewriter is such a sweet image. I'd love to sit and ask them to write something for me. Such a creative and FUN endeavor. Your little grandson is absolutely precious. Enjoyed the elements of this post so much. Well done!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Gail! I didn't have much cash on me that day, but I was hoping they'd show up again so I could have them concoct a poem. But what would it be about? In this photo they are making up a poem about a butterfly, at the request of a little girl whose mom was footing the bill.
DeleteSimple and fun activities for the kids!
ReplyDeletedefinitely a fun time .. love the poetry from a real typewriter!
ReplyDeleteMy son has such a neat old typewriter. It's very romantic.
DeleteWhat delightful memories!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ruth.
DeleteAs a poet and a writer I love the typewriter photo! Gotta love kids!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth! Haven't seen you in ages. Must go over and see what you're writing and cooking.
DeleteWhat a delightful post, Kerry. Beautiful kidlets.. your own grands among them. And the girls writing poetry is such an original idea. Gotta love ingenuity. I have to say though that the little sweetie holding back her secret is a heart-warmer/
ReplyDeleteThanks Hilary! I still wonder what the secret was:)
DeleteKerry, I just love that first shot. I just love witnessing that moment a little one is about to tell you something then remembers it is a secret. One of my grand-daughters once nearly told me Santa Claus was coming then stopped thinking it was a secret. Also love the red headed girl shelling, you captured the concentration in her body language. Good to see you back!
ReplyDeleteThank you Pauline! It's fun to be back this week. Happy to have the excuse to share that photo in particular:)
DeleteWhat? Santa Claus isn't a secret? Today I will tell everyone! :)
I love the teenagers creativity. And using a typewriter...how cool.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it makes me regret ditching old typewriters over the years.
DeleteI wonder if girls like secrets more than boys. I remember being captivated by secret codes and signs, but not so much by actual secrets.
ReplyDeletehmmmmmm. What an interesting question. I don't know the answer. As an adult I think of some secrets as unhappy burdens, others as fun. It's not a clear-cut thing.
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