Memory Lane and Salt Rugs

Salt rug artists at work. 

In our current home, all of Easter week is filled with events. My favorite event is the salt rug processionals that occur on Good Friday. All over the country, artists prepare colored salt (or sawdust) and begin their designs. The final results are breathtaking.

We are looking forward to this year's creations. In the meantime, we've been making our own. We're studying free-verse poetry. My son enjoyed "Fog," by Carl Sandburg."

We also drafted our own poems using a list. My youngest's list poem was about leprechauns. My son used the names of his friends, and my oldest did a list poem of possible date options for a werewolf:

Wallace Werewolf's Dating Options

Barbara Banshee: Screams at the tiniest thing.

Wanda Witch: Won't stop waving her wand.

Philipa Phantom: Thinks she can play the piano.

Ginerva Ghost: I can never give her a hug.

Violet Vampire: Very odd dinner dates.

Zinia Zombie: Loses her brain.

Franny Frankenstein: She might zap me.

Sally Sea Monster: Can't be out of water for more than 2 hours.

Who to choose? They're all perfect.

I try to join my children when they do their poems. This time, I did a memory poem:

Memories I'd Forgotten

Earliest memory: Maybe four years old, playing on Grandma's cream linoleum floor. Asking for a cookie. Grandma says, "Ask your mom." Knowing then, I'd get none.

First crush: Brown-eyed boy. Name scratched on wood paneling in the darkest corner of the closet.

Drunk goat: Tipsy on rotten apples. Can goats get drunk? Apparently--stumble, bleat--they can.

Moving day: Saying goodbye to the deep, brown earth of farm life. Moving to scratchy desert sand. Purple sunset over red rock mountains makes me feel at home.

May you all have a lovely week and many memories to keep.