Soft Heart

Here's Weston trying out a new puddle.  He's been a pretty good helper lately.

Today I made 6 huge bouquets out of dried prairie grasses.  Some pink, some burgundy, some green, and many many shades of beige.  I had burrs all over me and I worked in the front yard until cattail fluff was everywhere.  We're having an awards ceremony here in Rosebud tomorrow and we needed some decorations.  Donovan wanted to help, but he got discouraged when I wouldn't let his bouquets be used as they were.  He loves to create.

Eventually he agreed to let me incorporate his into mine, but by then he had gone inside.

Later this evening we were over at the Hamm's rehearsing a vocal jazz tune for the event tomorrow.  We were singing this beautiful song "Butterfly" made famous by Rajaton.  Poor Donovan; as he colored nearby he kept hearing us sing "Love me, kiss me on the leaves.  Before we say goodbye.  Kiss me on the leaves.  Be my lullaby.  Tomorrow I die."  The poor guy had tears rolling down his face and sniffled all the way home.  He wouldn't tell us what was wrong.  Finally he said, "Dad, the reason I'm so sad, is that song."  He had thought it was a person dying.  Davey pulled him up into the old comfort niche on his lap and Donovan cried and cried.  Then he catch-gasped a few times, did a big yawn, and snuggled in under Dave's chin with his eyes closed.  --I'm so glad Donovan has a sensitive heart.