BUTTERCUP

Bramble tending to baby Buttercup.


Gooo! She's just a widdle baby fairy and she's plump and happy. Her name is Buttercup. Oh she is cuddly and cute. She's such a flower baby and a talker, too. She says 'Goo'. Everything she wants to say is covered by that one word, 'Goo'. When she want's to say I love you, she says 'goo'. When she is excited she says 'goo'. When she is sad she says 'goo'. It just fits.

Bleuberry and Bramble take turns with little Buttercup. Bramble says Buttercup likes her best. Bleuberry says Buttercup likes HER best.

Buttercup just says, 'goo'.

BLEUBeRRY

Big sister Bleuberry is elegant and crafty. She sews moonbeams and flower garlands as well as the softest spider web silk lace. Bleuberry takes her name from a rare sweet berry that only grows in France. She speaks French and several other languages. She is a great communicator.

Bleuberry laughs like a tinkling bell and her wings farely glow as she flits through the forest, helping friends all day long. You see, helping is as natural to Bleuberry as breathing is to most everyone else. A day without lending her hand to help someone is a boring day for her.

Bleuberry learned this lesson as a wee little fairy babe when she learned to spin the spider's silk onto a spool for her mother. That led to her love of sewing and she is the best in the forest at creating lovely lace fabrics.

She will never let you down!

BROWNIE

Then there's Brownie. He is very inventive. He knows how to make and use tools to get the project done. He helps Bramble in almost all her adventures. Brownie is not afraid of anything except weasles. He hates weasles. But he can outsmart them every time.

Brownie loves cookies and Bramble makes the best buttermelt, chocolate boppycrumble cookies in the whole forest. He will eat twenty.

When Brownie laughs, all the forest critters stop and smile. It makes everyone so happy when they hear that laugh. And Brownie laughs a lot! When two lady bugs got into a fight over which leaf belonged to which, and they both flew up and bumped into each other, the mid air crash and their tumble down the leaf stalk sent Brownie laughing for hours! Those two lady bugs grumbled with every laugh. They were very proud lady bugs and not used to being laughed at.

But Brownie has a strong and loving heart. It beats loud and fast and true. Brownie never lies and he always remembers to say his prayers.

He and Bramble are so excited about sharing adventures together with the rest of their family, Brooks, Bonnie, Buttercup, Boris, Bleuberry & Brawny! Especially their family reunion.

Bramble

In a blackberry bush deep in the green green forest, a little fairy named Bramble makes her home. She lives high in the branches in a cute little house that's just the right size for her. Her wings lift her up to the doorstep and she always has a key to the lock. She never leaves her home before her tiny chores are done and every day she looks for adventure or someone she can save. She likes to save others and she likes to share.

Bramble has very long eyelashes. Her favorite colors are purple and green. Her hair is long and sometimes it gets in her eyes so many times she has to blow upward to move it out of the way. She has a good heart and there are many stories to be told about Bramble

Cadwallader, the Can'tapillar

This is a tale from the garden green
about some little critters
See if you know
How it will go
and do not get the jitters!

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader
come out and eat with me.
It's almost lunch,
we have a bunch of goodies,
come and see!"

"I can't," replied Cadwallader
to his old friend Crickety Crick.
"I ate all day,
forgot to play
and now my tummy's sick."

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader,
climb out upon this leaf.
It's green and chewy
ooey, gooey
turns pain into relief."

"I can't." Replied Cadwallader
shaking in his shoes.
"You're up too high!
I cannot fly!
I'll fall and get a bruise."

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader
inchout on this short shoot.
Take a bite
with all your might!
Come over here. Now scoot!"

"I can't." Whined old Cadwallader,
frowning up his brow.
"I am to fat
to do all that.
I am too tired now."

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader
march up here on this flower.
The sweetest juice,
you silly goose,
will give you super power."

"I can't." Howled old Cadwallader,
making such a noise.
"It's way to hard
to lift my lard.
Just give it to the boys."

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader
the air is growing cold.
Curl up in a ball,
it must be fall.
The winter will unfold."

"I can't!" moaned plump Cadwallader,
chewing on his lips.
"I feel a need
to hide indeed
and cover up my hips."

The wind, it blew. The cold, it came
and all his friends were gone.
So Cadwallader the Can'tapillar put his new coat on.

Wiggle, wriggle, squiggle UP
and inside-out he moved.
Cadwallader, the can'tapillar
had something to prove.

Tick-tock around the clock
the hands of time did spin.
Cadwallader, the can'tapillar
felt a change within.

The sun grew warm,
the days grew long
and something had to give.
All his friends soon gathered 'round
to see if Cadwallader lived.

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader!"
They all began to shout.
"Where have you gone?
It's been so long.
Wake up and come on out!"

"I can't," whispered Cadwallader.
"My skin is on too tight.
Yet I will try
I don't know why
I feel the need for flight."

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader
You funny fat old worm.
You're made of hips
and legs and lips
No wings have you yet earned."

Crack and crack and crickle and rip
and out into the sun.
He rested there
and dried his hair
which had come all undone.

"Cadwallader, Cadwallader!
Is that you way up there?
It can't be you!
What did you do?
There's wings instead of hair!"

"I can't," cried new Cadwallader
"have wings all flittery and bright!
But what is this?
I have a wish
for free and fancy flight!"


...to be continued

THE SONG SHE'S NEVER HEARD

“Amazing Grace how sweet the sound”,
Beloved Hymn of humble souls.
Glorious versions all around,
of praises sing, of healing extols.

And yet the author of such prose
could not predict to whom this song
Would so inspire, so impress
to lend their voice in sing a long.

She can not hear the rising strains,
the harmonies, the choir’s blend.
She only reads words on screen and
holds the mike of the sing along machine.

Seven years old and working through
the extra burden of a wiser God
Who sent her in an imperfect state
to lead us on a path untrod.

She teaches us more than we can bear
of purity, trust, and anguish too.
And lifts her untrained voice to the sky
to sing the song she’s never heard.

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir itself
could not compete with the Heavenly sound
Of a little deaf girl singing so sincere
“I once was lost but now am found”.

I have not words to fully express
the blessing this moment is to me
Sung from lips so purely sweet.
I Was Blind but now I see.


Dorie Smith 3/7/07
For Jaycee my beloved grand daughter who
hears with ‘different’ ears.

THE SWEETEST THING

He sits
completely unaware of
how his innocence touches
my heart.

He talks with me
so openly
and shares his thoughts
without reserve.

There is no subject
wild or tame
no thought too silly
or too sincere
no hesitation to proclaim
what lies within his tender soul.

I sit
amazed and humbled, too
at how subliime, how purely sweet.
The font of love
fills to the brim
leaks from my eyes as I
sit with him.

Oh, I have loved
and nurtured too,
my own dear babies, one by one.
But Heaven has shown me even more
when I get to sit
with my grandson.

DMS 11/4/06
written after a visit and walk with Isaac