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1: SNIPPETS The Secret Life of Things by Cheryl Stevenson WEB http://cherylstevenson.weebly.com EMAIL stvnsn_cheryl@yahoo.com copyright 2013

3: Six little fish playing in the garden pond made a new friend today. Tabby Cat was so polite and so interested in each of them that they couldn't help being flattered. To their delight, an invitation came that very night to join Tabby Cat for dinner. The smallest fish said he had a bad feeling about it, but shushing him, the rest said, "You always want to spoil our fun," and set off at once.

5: The flowers were annoyed that THEY had been picked that morning from among their friends out in the garden, and could be heard muttering about the small glass vase they were placed in, quite sure that something much more elegant and grand was more suited to their beauty, and, by the way, would they be getting sandwiches and tea and cookies for their troubles....

7: The trees scattered across the green stretches of lawn outside our window are ancient looking, tall and majestic. Today they shake and bend and toss with excitement in the stormy wind while the rain taps a delicate staccato on their branches. Their only concern is the ocean-born gale, which sometimes forgets its size and strength and knocks one to the ground in play. Usually, the sun comes out to apologize....

9: The cattails at Waterfall Pond are very cross, and when they are not complaining to visitors, they huddle against each other with miserable frowns. In the heat of the early summer they got the idea to wade right out into the middle of the pond, and were so entranced by the sun on the gleaming water that their roots went down deep and now hold them fast there, in the bone-chilling water of autumn.

11: Today a small wasp lands on my colored pencils, looking for nectar. As she wanders from pencil to pencil in her search I decided that she and I agree about the lush invitation color offers, no matter where you find it...well, with the possible exception of the gloriously glowing yellows of the skunk cabbage....

13: It is a cold, blustery, unforgiving day for a walk. I head down the sandy drive and onto the country blacktop that shoots with straight precision, right, and again right, to the highway. On my left is a split-rail fence graced with wild roses still clinging to the skirts of their red-petaled summer gowns, dipping and smiling and dancing in the buffeting wind, like girls who are enjoying themselves too much to go home and undress and crawl in bed. "Go have some fun," they whisper and giggle and go back to dancing.

15: There is an old saying that if you notice lots of Wooly Bear caterpillars in the fall, a VERY cold winter will follow! I wonder what this fuzzy little travel-trailer gliding over the autumn leaves will dream of snug in his little cocoon? If he were to wake in winter--perhaps for a cup of hot tea or cocoa, all 24 toes in front of a tiny fire, and confide to the spider babies in the cottony nursery on the next branch that, come summer, he dreamed of gliding, fluttering,and, mind you, FLYING with the sunbeams.... Can't you just hear the tiny peals of laughter from the spider babies? It almost makes you believe in miracles, doesn't it....

17: "I promise dear, it was just a nightmare," said one of the violets to the recently opened bud. "Nearly drowning in fatty meat juices, plunged in hot choking sudsy water.... Why we ALL have that dream, don't we girls," she soothed,"but we always wake up to find ourselves still here on our shiny white platter."

19: "Let's build a tower and see what is happening in the world out there," cried the pretty painted plate to her three best friends. "Candy-Dish, you climb up onto me first; then Sugar Bowl can climb onto you, and Little Pitcher will be on top. She will be high enough to see everything." And so they did just what she said. After awhile the plate cried out impatiently, "Well, what do you see from up there?" "Well, I never like to criticize a person's GREAT IDEA," piped up the small voice of the Little Pitcher, "but I'm still only three & one-half inches above the shelf."

21: I didn't hear What the Rising moon said To the Setting sun, But she blushed And hid her face...

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