There have been plenty of opportunities to explore the mysteries of a puddle this month: over 7 inches of rain in the first 2 weeks of December and no signs of letting up!
Some particularly sweet commentary during one splash session…
“Some clouds in this puddle mama.”
“Clouds all gone mama!”
…reminded me of this particularly sweet poem:
I found a puddle yesterday
Not bigger than a minute;
And yet it was not very small
For all the sky was in it.
The puddle trembled in the wind,
Afraid that it might die.
You see, it was so proud to be
The mirror of the sky!
-Eleanor Jewett (1892-1955)