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with a walk in the backyard.<\/p>\n
We collect \u2014<\/p>\n
the petals from red roses,<\/p>\n
the new lime green leaves from off of a trumpet vine,<\/p>\n
a collection of clippings from the lawn.<\/p>\n
Bring out the crayons, to color in the sky, the grass, the trees, the bright yellow sun;<\/p>\n
a black cat, made as special as a 4-year-old can do it.<\/p>\n
Then the watercolors\u2014<\/p>\n
One brush means girls must learn to take turns.<\/p>\n
The rinsing cup gets more color than the white letter-sized paper.<\/p>\n
The black cat turns dark green.<\/p>\n
The water in the cup turns chocolaty brown.<\/p>\n
Monet would be envious.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
.Next glue down the petals from roses, the leaves from the trumpet vine, and the grass clippings,<\/p>\n
and last, pretty colored feathers.<\/p>\n
Papa tells the girls these are special\u2014<\/p>\n
from the wings of beautiful magical fairies.<\/p>\n
He gets a hug from his little red-haired four-year-old.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Time to let it dry in the sun while we have fun in the park.<\/p>\n
Little two-year-old sister walks hand in hand with her Papa.<\/p>\n
Big sister rides her scooter all the way there.<\/p>\n
The red slide is too hot,<\/p>\n
The helical green tunnel slide is just right.<\/p>\n
Time for the youngest to learn to be more independent.<\/p>\n
Papa sits by and lets it happen.<\/p>\n
The cool morning day is dipped like a painting with\u2014<\/p>\n
new memories of a happy watercolor day,<\/p>\n
pressed beneath the weight,<\/p>\n
of a1909,<\/p>\n
Webster’s New International Dictionary.<\/p>\n
The weight of time presses down on<\/p>\n
fairy winged memories.<\/p>\n
I open the front of the book to see a black and white lithograph\u2014<\/p>\n
Noah Webster looking back at me from more than a hundred years.<\/p>\n
I am sure\u2014<\/p>\n
this wordy old papa would have smiled more<\/p>\n
if he could have had a watercolor day of his own.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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