Introspective and the steady march of time...

As part of his spelling lesson last week David was asked to write a poem about trees.  The subsequent panic and shock that someone could ask him to do something so completely outside his area of comfort was unnervingly similar to the reaction I get from another person in my house when I ask him anything introspective.*  After some searching questions about trees as related to his life, he came up with this masterpiece...

Trees
I like to play swords with branches.
I like to fight the trunk.

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Another sign that time is marching steadily on - this is what laundry day looked like in January

In March

And now, I can't take a picture of it because I'm basically playing fetch with Rand in an occasionally successful attempt to keep him from knocking over my stacks.  I can't remember where I heard this but it's true - "The days crawl by and the years fly by."

*It used to piss me off.  Now it's entertaining as least as often.