March 27, 2011 - 12 Comments by Mishi - Mishi's Art Hub
When little boys have viruses that they don’t understand, it can really break your heart. They play one minute, feel fine, and then they are sick as a dog, with very little energy, feeling all butt-hurty. The virus lasted a good week in David. All week long there were many middle-of-the-day naps, very little food consumption, and quite a few loads of laundry, as a result of throw up in the middle of the night. On this day the medicine of choice of choice was administered in a green glass jelly jar. Certainly, gingerale is for ailing bellies.



The trampoline had it’s final moments of play, this week., with the Lanes. Three broken springs made us very leary of letting the big kids jump. So, we decided it was time for it to leave the backyard that it has been a part of for almost four years. On this bright blue day, Davey jumped for the last time. He wasn’t sad, though, for we are looking into building him a wooden play-set. We will all be forever grateful for those moments of jumping. Those moments of feeling your belly flop that produced screams of delight and laughter.



Here in our parts, spring is in full force. Flowers are blooming. The buds on trees have burst into mini-leaves. The rain is helping turn the grass from dead-brown to a lively green. The earth is pushing up life through the dirt, and the temperatures are growing milder and warmer. Spring has sprung and I am vowing to not complain about the warmth, even when it gets hot and humid. It’s been a very long winter, for sure!



This week a friend came to visit Benny. You can find out all about the visit by visiting the blog that we created called “Benny & Nutmeg”



When asked what I’m up to, I usually say, “Oh about 5’8″!” But, really, there’s a lot going on.
- I auditioned for a production of Alice in Wonderland recently, and got the part of the Duchess. Olivia is in the play, too!
- Recently I was part of the coolest thing: The Cooking Connections class, hosted by Jim and Shannon, with The Motherhood, and sponsored by ConAgra. It was an amazing interactive cooking class—the first of its kind, but definitely not the last. You can see the whole class summery, HERE!
- This upcoming week I will be jetting off to Seattle for a #NintendoEnthused summit. A lot of friends will be there, and I am super excited to visit the west coast.
- Last night I volunteered at the Art Center for the Murder Mystery Dinner Theater. I am so excited to get more involved with the Art Center. It just feels so good, so right. Also, I can finally say that I’ve waited on tables!
- In less than a week I will officially be the mother of a teenager. How on earth did that happen so fast? All I can do is keep walking and moving forward.

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March 24, 2011 - No Comments (be the first!) by Mishi - Mishi's Art Hub

A Prayer For Spring
by Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
March 20, 2011 - 11 Comments by Mishi - Mishi's Art Hub
“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”—Mark Twain
















April 1, 2010 - 3 Comments by Mishi - Me, Myself, and I, Mishi's Art Hub

the gray
suffocating clouds
have lifted
the gentle breeze
twirls around you
like a fairytale dream
the busy bees buzz
methodically
from blossom to blossom
the blue
clear ceiling
an open canvas
as if a space
to draw
your
intimate bliss
these days of spring
renew
spirits
as reminders of warmth
are swirled with the breeze
rays of sun
kissing your skin
gently
like a lover
with the promise
of calm
and joy
scribbled euphoria