Here is a pic of the brave petunia who soared through the grape leaves to open up in the sun. and she did it in such cool weather, too.  Brave, brave petunia!  (that’s for Judy and Niecey Andrea)

Now I’d like to share a completely different poem from the same book. this one is by Carl Sandberg.  Yes, THAT Carl Sandberg.

Arithmetic

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win if you know how many you had before you lost or won.

Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children go to heaven —or five six bundle of sticks.

Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper til you get the right answer.

Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky —or the answer is wrong and you have to start all over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

If you take a number and double it, and double it again and then double it a few more times, the number gets bigger and bigger and goes higher and higher and only arithmetic can tell you what the number is when you decide to quit doubling.

Arithmetic is where you have to multiply — and you carry the multiplication table in your head and hope you won’t lose it.

If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad, and you eat one and a striped zebra with streaks all over him eats the other, how many animal crackers will you have if somebody offers you five six seven and you say no no no and you say Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?

If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast  and she gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them, who is better in arithmetic, you or your mother?

 

I love this poem.  If the great poet Carl Sandberg felt this way about arithmetic, I was okay. 

Hugs,

Janet