Archive for 07月, 2011

Jul 27 2011

I will take the child home with me

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Once upon a time there was a foresterSpanische Fliege . He went into the woods to hunt, and after entering the woods he heard a sound of crying, as though it were a little child. Following the sound, he finally came to a tall tree, at the top of which a little child was sitting. His mother had fallen asleep under the tree with the child. A bird of prey had seen him in her arms, flown down, picked him up in its beak, and then set him on the tall tree.

The forester climbed the tree, brought the child down, and thought, “I will take the child home with me, and bring him up with my Lenchen.”

So he took him home, and the two children grew up together. The child whom he had found on the tree was called Foundling-Bird, because a bird had carried him away. Foundling-Bird and Lenchen loved each other so much, ever so much, that whenever they did not see one another they were sad.

Now the forester had an old cook. One evening she took two buckets and began to fetch water. She did not go out to the well just once, but many times.

Lenchen saw this and said, “Listen, old Sanna, why are you fetching so much water?”

“If you won’t tell anyone, I will tell you.”

So Lenchen said that she would not tell anyone, and then the cook said, “Early tomorrow morning when the forester is out hunting I will heat the water, and when it is boiling in the kettle I will throw Foundling-Bird into it and cook him.

The forester got up very early the next morning and went out hunting. When he left, the children were still in bed.

Then Lenchen said to Foundling-Bird, “If you will never leave me, I will never leave you either.”

Foundling-Bird said, “Never, ever.”

Then Lenchen said, “Then I will tell you that last night old Sanna carried so many buckets of water into the house that I asked her why she was doing that. She said that if I would not tell anyone she would tell me. I said that I would be sure not to tell anyone, and she said that early tomorrow morning when father was out hunting, she would boil a kettle full of water, throw you into it, and cook you. But let us hurry and get up, get dressed, and run away together.

So the two children got up, hurriedly got dressed, and went away.

When the water in the kettle was boiling, the cook went into the bedroom to get Foundling-Bird and throw him into it. But when she went to their room and to their beds, both the children were gone.

Then she became terribly frightened and said to herself, “What will I say when the forester comes home and sees that the children are gone. I must hurry and follow them and get them back again.”

Then the cook sent out three servants who were to run after the children and bring them back. The children were sitting at the edge of the woods when they saw the three servants running toward them from afar.

Lenchen said to Foundling-Bird, “Never leave me, and I will never leave you.”

Foundling-Bird said, “Never, ever.”

Then Lenchen said, “You, turn into a rosebush, and I to a rose on it.”

When the three servants reached the edge of the woods nothing was there but a rosebush with one rose on it, but the children were nowhere.”

Then they said, “There is nothing to be done here,” and they went home and told the cook that they had seen nothing out there but a little rosebush with one rose on it.

Then the old cook scolded them, saying, “You simpletons , you should have cut the rosebush in two and then broken off the rose and brought it home with you. Hurry up and do it.”

So they had to go out and look for the second time. The children, however, saw them coming from afar.

Lenchen said, “Foundling-Bird, never leave me, and I will never leave you.”

Foundling-Bird said, “Never, ever.”

Lenchen said, “You, turn into a church, and I to the chandelier in it.”

When the three servants arrived, nothing was there but a church with a chandelier in it. So they said to one another, “What can we do here? Let us go home.”

When they reached home, the cook asked if they had found them, and they said that they had found nothing but a church with a chandelier in it.

The cook scolded them, saying, “You fools, why didn’t you break down the church and bring the chandelier home with you?”

This time the old cook herself got up and with the three servants went out after the children.

The children, however, saw from afar that the three servants were coming, with the cook tottering after them.

Then Lenchen said, “Foundling-Bird, never leave me, and I will never leave you.”

Foundling-Bird said, “Never, ever.”

Lenchen said, “Turn into a pond, and I to a duck upon it.”satibo

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Jul 14 2011

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

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A Countryman’s son by accident trod upon a Serpent’s tail,Procomil Spray
which turned and bit him so that he died.  The father in a rage
got his axe, and pursuing the Serpent, cut off part of its tail.
So the Serpent in revenge began stinging several of the Farmer’s
cattle and caused him severe loss.  Well, the Farmer thought it
best to make it up with the Serpent, and brought food and honey to
the mouth of its lair, and said to it: “Let’s forget and forgive;
perhaps you were right to punish my son, and take vengeance on my
cattle, but surely I was right in trying to revenge him; now that
we are both satisfied why should not we be friends again?”

“No, no,” said the Serpent; “take away your gifts; you can
never forget the death of your son, nor I the loss of my tail.”

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.Spanische Fliege

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Jul 06 2011

Justin was a max man climber

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Justin was a climber. By one and a half, hemax man had discovered the purple plum tree in the backyard, and its friendly branches became his favorite hangout.At first he would climb just a few feet and make himself comfortable in the curve where the trunk met the branches. Soon he was building himself a small fort and dragging his toy tractors and trucks up to their new garage.One day when he was two, Justin was playing in the tree as usual. I turned my back to prune the rosebush, and he disappeared.”Justin, where are you?” I hollered.His tiny voice called back, “Up here, Mommy, picking all the plums for you!”I looked up in horror and disbelief. There was Justin on the roof of the house, filling his plastic bucket with the ripe juicy plums from his favorite tree.When Justin was three, I became pregnant. My husband and I explained to him that we were going to have another baby as a playmate for him.He was very excited, kissed my tummy and said, “Hello, baby, I’m your big brother, Justin.”From the beginning he was sure he was going to have a little sister, and every day he’d beg to know if she was ready to play yet. When I explained that the baby wasn’t arriving until the end of June, he seemed confused.One day he asked, “When is June, Mommy?”I realized I needed a better explanation; how could a three-year-old know what “June” meant? Just then, as Justin climbed into the low branches of the plum tree, he gave me the answer I was looking for… his special tree.”Justin, the baby is going to be born when the plums are ripe. You can keep me posted when that will be, okay?” I wasn’t completely sure if I was on target, but the gardener in me was confident I’d be close enough.Oh, he was excited! Now Justin had a way to know when his new baby sister would come to play. From that moment on, he checked the old plum tree several times a day and reported his findings to me. Of course, he was quite concerned in November when all the leaves fell off the tree. By January, with the cold and the rains, he was truly worried whether his baby would be cold and wet like his tree. He whispered to my tummy that the tree was strong and that she (the baby) had to be strong too, and make it through the winter.By February a few purple leaves began to shoot forth, and his excitement couldn’t be contained.”My tree is growing, Mommy! Pretty soon she’ll have baby plums, and then I’ll have my baby sister.”March brought the plum’s beautiful tiny white flowers, and Justin was overjoyed.”She’s b’oo ming, Mommy!” he chattered, struggling with the word “blooming.” He rushed to kiss my tummy and got kicked in the mouth.
“The baby’s moving, Mommy, she’s b’ooming, too. I think she wants to come out and see the flowers.”So it went for the next couple of months, as Justin checked every detail of his precious plum tree and reported to me about the flowers turning to tiny beads that would become plums.The rebirth of his tree gave me ample opportunity to explain the development of the fetus that was growing inside me. Sometimes I think he believed I had actually planted a “baby seed” inside my tummy, because when I drank water he’d say things like, “You’re watering our little flower, Mommy!” I’d laugh and once again explain in simple terms the story of the birds and the bees, the plants and the trees.June finally arrived, and so did the purple plums. At first they were fairly small, but Justin climbed his tree anyway to pick some plums off the branches where the sun shone warmest. He brought them to me to let me know the baby wasn’t ripe yet.I felt ripe! I was ready to pop! When were the plums going to start falling from that darn tree?Justin would rub my tummy and talk to his baby sister, telling her she had to wait a little longer because the fruit was not ready to be picked yet. His forays into the plum tree lasted longer each day, as if he was coaxing the tree to ripen quickly. He talked to the tree and thanked it for letting him know about this important event in his life. Then one day, it happened. Justin came running into the house, his eyes as big as saucers, with a plastic bucket full to the brim of juicy purple plums.
“Hurry, Mommy, hurry!” he shouted. “She’s coming, she’s coming! The plums are ripe, the plums are ripe!”I laughed uncontrollably as Justin stared at my stomach, as if he expected to see his baby sister erupt any moment. That morning I did feel a bit queasy, and it wasn’t because I had a dental appointment.
Before we left the house, Justin went out to hug his plum tree and whisper that today was the day his “plum pretty sister” would arrive. He was certain.As I sat in the dental chair, the labor pains began, just as Justin had predicted. Our “plum” baby was coming! I called my parents, and my husband rushed me to the hospital. At 6:03 p.m. on June 22, the day that will forever live in family fame as “Plum Pretty Sister Day,” our daughter was born. We didn’t name her Purple Plum as Justin suggested, but chose another favorite flower, Heather.At Heather’s homecoming, Justin kissed his new playmate and presented her with his plastic bucket, full to the brim with sweet, ripe, purple plums.”These are for you ,” he said proudly.Justin and Heather are now teenagers, and the plum tree has become our bonding symbol. Although we moved from the home that housed Justin’s favorite plum tree, the first tree to be planted in our new yard was a purple plum, so that Justin and Heather could know when to expect her special day. Throughout their growing-up years, the children spent countless hours nestled in the branches, counting down the days through the birth of leaves, flowers, buds and fruit. Our birthday parties are always festooned with plum branches and baskets brimming with freshly picked purple plums. Because as Mother Nature-and Justin-would have it, for the last fifteen years, the purple plum has ripened exactly on June 22.Mojo Warrior

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