April 13, 2020
THE TEDDY BEAR’S PICNIC DURING COVID-19
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!
Will gather there for certain because
“Mr. Flynn, do you know why we’ve been stuck out here in this freezin’ cold?”
“I don’t, Little Boo. It is a bit frigid compared to our warm quarters inside.”
“I’m scared out here. ‘Specially when it gets dark and creatures come investigatin’!”
“Oh, but have you noticed the stars? And the great large moon? I like watching them. They do this slow kind of dance as they glide slowly down the dark.”
“Of course YOU would, Billy. Yer always lookin’ at the bright side of things. Don’t mean there ain’t a dark side!”
“But Little Boo, Billy, makes a good point. When have we ever gotten to be in the great out-of-doors? What amazing things we’ve seen stationed out here. The melting of the snows. The rain streaming down. The flowers suddenly appearing in the garden below us.”
“But, Mr. Flynn, there’s been dogs! And big horsey things sniffin’ ’round the fences!”
“Boo, those horsey things are called deer.”
“How do you know, Billy?!”
“Don’t you pay attention to anything? That’s why the folks put up the fence. To keep the deer from eating all those little flowers that started appearing!”
“Billy’s correct. And deer only eat plants. So you’ve nothing to fear young Boo.”
“But, Mr. Flynn, dogs love to chew on little bears like us!”
“So they do. But, have you not noticed that they are tied to a person when they walk by?”
“And anyway, Boo, we have an important mission being out here! Maybe you should pay more attention to it!”
“What’s that, Billy?”
“We’re here for the children when they walk by. To wave at them and send them a happy blessing!”
“Really? Is that so Mr. Flynn?”
“It is indeed, Boo. And we can send that happy blessing because of the happy blessings we are enjoying.”
“Wow. I suppose yer right. I mean, I was livin’ in a closet. And now I’m gettin’ to feel the wind in my fur. The mailman smiles at me when he comes by. I’ve watched the flowers bloomin’. The birds sing to us. I like watching them fly up into the sky. I wonder what that would feel like–to fly way up high above the trees and the houses and look down?”
“That’s right, Boo. And don’t forget the smell of the rain. The color of the sky when the sun slips down behind the bluff. The twinkling of the stars as they appear, The moon sailing down the sky, following the path of the sun.”
“I love being an outdoor bear. I feel bad for Sally Jo who’s still inside.”
“Well, she at least gets to sit in the window, Billy. She can see some of this.”
“Oh, look sharp, boys. Molly and her Mom are coming down the street.
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“Mommy! Look! The Bears are still there! The big brown one is sitting on top of the rocks, now. The little black one is on the railing!”
“I see them, Molly. Where’s the little brown one?”
“He’s hanging on the mailbox!”
“Oh, Molly, look! There’s a Bear upstairs too! The Mailman Bear in the window!”
“I see him, Mommy. And look, the curly one is in the window in the front. She’s like our cat Sammy. She likes to sit in the windows and watch everything.”
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There’s a National Bear Hunt happening! Join in the fun!
We’re going on a bear hunt.
We’re going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We’re not scared…
ains of last fall’s final blooms. We had to put the deer fence back up last week to protect the tiny tulip tips who were waking up early, a delicacy for the deer. I noticed that they’re now an inch, some two or three above the dirt.
fortified for our Sunday migration into the bluffs. There are a flock of Redpolls taking turns having breakfast at the feeder outside the kitchen window; getting fattened up for their migration to their summer home in the Arctic–true northerners after my own heart!
MUSINGS from MARY 