that I have a lot of catching up to do with Nana Week and all. But it is late, and I am very tired, and the Red Sox just lost again - its just not happening tonight. But to hold you over, here are some pictures I stole from Penny of the first few days of Nana Week (just keep in mind they're not as good as mine, because she just has a little toy camera, not a real one like me).
John Greenleaf Whittier BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
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