tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post6244566029448590666..comments2023-09-06T01:10:30.561-07:00Comments on A Quiet Spot: Boredom (aren't you hooked?)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034180396689442335noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-82382763748322707392009-09-19T10:00:34.181-07:002009-09-19T10:00:34.181-07:00Last night we went on a date. After a picnic dinne...Last night we went on a date. After a picnic dinner, we sat on our backs on a grassy lawn for almost an hour and watched the clouds roll past as the sun went down.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818150160957348130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-64435955512984839032009-09-19T04:11:14.874-07:002009-09-19T04:11:14.874-07:00I am SO glad you did not interrupt Ian's "...I am SO glad you did not interrupt Ian's "boredom." I use to do the very same thing as a kid--it was my down time. . .who knew kids need down time to stare at clouds and turn them into stories/animals. LOVE the pic of Ian. <br /><br />Good job on the lawn Tim!Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11350398250539985930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-7981019283793021812009-09-18T08:18:12.296-07:002009-09-18T08:18:12.296-07:00such a beautiful post!such a beautiful post!nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07374582560544077960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-8711016852202250822009-09-17T09:17:42.568-07:002009-09-17T09:17:42.568-07:00Don't know the poet.
Loved the last sentence....Don't know the poet.<br /><br />Loved the last sentence.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04764476062238501778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-49733300228898696302009-09-17T07:26:33.519-07:002009-09-17T07:26:33.519-07:00Beautiful memories. This is just what childhood is...Beautiful memories. This is just what childhood is all about. Now I must find out more about this poem of which you write. <br /><br />*time passes as I google, then return to the comment box*<br /><br />What a lovely poem! Such peaceful and cheerful imagery. I didn't know this poem before. You're not only home schooling, you're blog schooling as well. :) Can I spill the beans now? No, I guess I should leave that for someone who knows without the aid of google.<br />@ Tamara: I enjoyed The Cloud by Shelley. Thanks for sharing alsoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-55894687284119908812009-09-16T23:44:19.502-07:002009-09-16T23:44:19.502-07:00I really like that poem, thanks for mentioning it!...I really like that poem, thanks for mentioning it! But, I won't give the poet's name because I had to look it up :) <br /><br />There's a great poem by Shelley about a cloud. Maybe you all would enjoy it. It has a wonderful cadence to it: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Cloud_(Shelley)Tamarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14233493011472498378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9212501049425940906.post-29573932454109547992009-09-16T20:37:46.880-07:002009-09-16T20:37:46.880-07:00May I just point out two things?
1st, the nicely t...May I just point out two things?<br />1st, the nicely trimmed lawn edge on which Ian sits - we worked on that together and are quite proud.<br />2nd, I won't spoil the name-the-poet quiz, but I think the line is "That inward eye/which is the bliss of solitude"<br />bliss - gift, same thing, right?Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04818150160957348130noreply@blogger.com