Every day Lucy sits down at our dining room table with a stack of papers, a giant carousel of crayons and makes a new book. They have plots, colorful illustrations and lots of details. Each book is about 5 or 6 pages long, as a front cover or "title page" as she calls it and a back cover, where she usually dedicates the book or writes "THE END" in giant letters. I wish we could keep every one of them, but for now, she insists they are gifts for folks for birthdays, teachers for "just being great" and friends.
Finally, Lucy is crazy about the new warmer weather. She wants to be outside as much as possible and since we are trying to grow grass in our backyard, we have been playing in the front for a few weeks. Lucy and her friends have decided that a tree in our side yard is their "fort" and they have a pile of sticks in there for a "dogbed" and other randrom piles of odds and ends. They love it and disappear into the fort for hours at a time. My only concern is that it is a holly tree, but they don't seem to mind, as long as I don't enter the sacred ground.
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