chanda's poem for this morning:
pussy willow
by marian douglass
the brook is brimmed with melting snow,
the maple sap is running
and on the highest elm a crow
his coal black wings is sunning.
a close, green bud, the mayflower lies
upon its mossy pillow;
and sweet and low the south wind blows,
and through the brown fields calling goes,
"come, pussy! pussy willow!
within your close, brown wrapper sir;
come out and show your silver fur;
come, pussy! pussy willow!
soon red will bud the maple trees,
the bluebirds will be singing,
and yellow tassels in the breeze
be from the poplars swinging;
and rosy will the mayflower lie
upon it's mossy pillow;
"but you must come the first of all, --
come, pussy!" is the south wind's call, --
"come, pussy! pussy willow!
a fairy gift to children dear,
the downy firstling of the year, --
come, pussy! pussy willow!"
we were at the mary anthony studio today for a dance rehearsal.
they danced and i fell asleep . . after filming these. . .
we helped janet sew again today. i've been going every day since wednesday. greg fixed the computer so i can put up the photos from those days. for some reason the mac wasn't connecting to the wireless and i wasn't able to get online. he had to actually, physically, connect a wire from the computer to the modem. fancy that.
the actors all have a myriad of costume changes . .
morgana has four or five costume changes as sally, and on days when she's not sally, her character has about three.
back at home, morgana decided to bake peanut butter cookies. they came out very good, but we'll try adding some butter next time. she's been experimenting with different recipes using almond flour and honey instead of wheat flour and sugar.
they were easy to work with . .
it was time to work on the hair doo tonight. i cut off eight inches which she's sending to
locks of love.
voila! a hair doo from 1937.