Yesterday I shared some snapshots of our Father’s Day Poetry Tea Party. I showed the beautiful decor, my sisters all in dresses, and the fancy table setting. But, about half an hour after those had been taken, the girls changed back into pants, we traded the fancy table for an old blanket, and we moved out into the yard. We ate a few remnants of Oat Cake ands sipped the last of our Bigelow Herbal Tea while taking turns sharing old favorites and new found poems.
One of my very favorite poems found here.