Calvin is officially a walker. He’s been walking as far as twenty feet at a time for a couple weeks now, but we always had to trick him into it . . . get him going and then suddenly let go, or push him in the direction of someone cooing and calling at him. But suddenly on Friday he decided he could do it himself, and started letting go himself! At first it was only two or three feet at a time – from the couch to the table, or one side of a door way to another. Then he would still hold on to the couch, wall, what-have-you to continue on his way. But today I saw him let go of the wall at one end of the hall and walk the entire distance, right down the middle! He still likes to get “somewhere” where he can again grab onto something, but he doesn’t hold on to stuff while he walks. What a big boy! SUPER CAL!
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A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
The new country lay open before me: there were no fences in those days, and I could choose my own way over the grass uplands, trusting the pony to get me home again. Sometimes I followed the sunflower-bordered roads. Fuchs told me that the sunflowers were introduced into that country by the Mormons; that at the time of the persecution, when they left Missouri and struck out into the wilderness to find a place where they could worship God in their own way, the members of the first exploring party, crossing the plains to Utah, scattered sunflower seed as they went. The next summer, when the long trains of wagons came through with all the women and children, they had the sunflower trail to follow. I believe that botanists do not confirm Fuchs’s story, but insist that the sunflower was native to those plains. Nevertheless, that legend has stuck in my mind, and sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom.
— Willa CatherArtsy Fartsy
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