My fine big CHICK is so fine in her finery. She says, "When I grow up I want to be an artist. After I put up flowers, like mommy." She means landscaping, fantastic. Her mother says, "Pushing up daisies?" Mommy appreciates the irony to all our nonstop work. We're well pleased that it's all bound in daily reverence of the children, the CHICKS. My, my how your proffered youth that you give so willingly to your children slips quick and sleek over to them. I told a friend recently, "I had no hair on my chest when I started college. I had no white hair on my chest when I started pre-school." And now my Thumbelina's grown to be the queen of the tiny flower people. Art and flowers and my painted lady. It's Halloween every day.
