was a small knife, and it looked brand new.
Every boy needs a pocketknife
, he thought to himself.
Especially me, since I don’t have one yet.
This pocketknife was very unique. It was silver colored, and there was an eagle etched on the outside. When Mark opened the knife, he noticed some lettering carved in the blade, and it read: S OAR HIGH, LIKE AN E AGLE.
Mark turned the knife over and over again, looking at all the details.
This is the best thing I’ve ever found
, he thought, smiling to himself.
Mark looked around a bit more, hoping to find some other things lying along the road, until Mattie joined him again with her large bouquet of flowers.
“You were right, Mark.” Mattie held up the bouquet. “Mom should really like this one. Look how colorful it is.”
“Well, I hope we can get them home safely. Just be careful how you put ’em in the basket,” Mark said.
“I will.” Mattie walked to the back of their bike, where their lunch pails were tied onto the metal carrier. “I think I still have a paper towel in my lunch pail that I can put in the bottom of the bike’s basket. That should get the blumme home without ruining ’em.”
Waiting for Mattie to take care of the flowers, Mark slipped his new treasure into his pocket.
Maybe I can learn to carve something with this
, he thought.
I won’t try a wooden horse because that would be too hard, but I might be able to carve a toy wagon.
When Mattie and Mark got home, Mattie couldn’t wait to show Mom the pretty flowers she’d picked. Luckily, the paper towel had protected the flowers, and they were still in good shape.
Jumping off the bike and not even waiting for her brother, she bounded up the walkway and into the house, knowing that the flowers should be put into a vase with some water.
“Look, Mom!” Mattie exclaimed, out of breath. “I found some pretty blumme for you today on the way home from school.”
“Ach, Mattie, they are so nice.” Mom took the flowers from her and went to find a vase. “You really did get an assortment of pretty colors today. Danki very much.”
When Mom came back holding a clear vase with scalloped edges, Mattie was pleased that she liked them so much.
“How’s this vase?” Mom asked.
Mattie smiled. “That one’s my favorite.”
“I think I’ll put these flowers in the center of our table tonight,” Mom said as she snipped the bottoms of the stems and arranged them in the vase. “Don’t you think they’ll look pretty there?”
Mattie bobbed her head.
“Do you know what type of wildflower these are?” Mom asked, motioning to the purple and pink ones.
“Mark said those kind are called asters,” Mattie answered, pointing to the colorful flowers that looked like a daisy.
“Jah, I do recognize them now,” Mom said. “Do you know that asters are sometimes called Christmas daisies?”
Mattie thought that was special. She sure loved flowers—and Christmas, too.
“You might not realize it yet,” Mom said, “but it’ll be memories like this that’ll make your appreciation for flowers even more meaningful later in life.”
Mattie gave a nod. “I think you might be right.”
“You should get the wildflower book Grandpa and Grandma Miller gave you for your birthday in August. Maybe you can identify the other wildflowers that are in the bouquet with the asters,” Mom suggested.
“I’m goin’ to my room right now to look them up.” Mattie was pleased that her grandparents had given her such a wonderful gift this year on her birthday. The book had lots of interesting pictures of flowers and their descriptions. It even told where in the United States each type of flower could be found. It also had a chart showing what season of the year certain wildflowers could be seen. All this would make it easier to identify the wildflowers she’d brought home today.
When the family sat down to eat supper that evening, Mattie was eager to share what she’d learned about the other types of
Every boy needs a pocketknife
, he thought to himself.
Especially me, since I don’t have one yet.
This pocketknife was very unique. It was silver colored, and there was an eagle etched on the outside. When Mark opened the knife, he noticed some lettering carved in the blade, and it read: S OAR HIGH, LIKE AN E AGLE.
Mark turned the knife over and over again, looking at all the details.
This is the best thing I’ve ever found
, he thought, smiling to himself.
Mark looked around a bit more, hoping to find some other things lying along the road, until Mattie joined him again with her large bouquet of flowers.
“You were right, Mark.” Mattie held up the bouquet. “Mom should really like this one. Look how colorful it is.”
“Well, I hope we can get them home safely. Just be careful how you put ’em in the basket,” Mark said.
“I will.” Mattie walked to the back of their bike, where their lunch pails were tied onto the metal carrier. “I think I still have a paper towel in my lunch pail that I can put in the bottom of the bike’s basket. That should get the blumme home without ruining ’em.”
Waiting for Mattie to take care of the flowers, Mark slipped his new treasure into his pocket.
Maybe I can learn to carve something with this
, he thought.
I won’t try a wooden horse because that would be too hard, but I might be able to carve a toy wagon.
When Mattie and Mark got home, Mattie couldn’t wait to show Mom the pretty flowers she’d picked. Luckily, the paper towel had protected the flowers, and they were still in good shape.
Jumping off the bike and not even waiting for her brother, she bounded up the walkway and into the house, knowing that the flowers should be put into a vase with some water.
“Look, Mom!” Mattie exclaimed, out of breath. “I found some pretty blumme for you today on the way home from school.”
“Ach, Mattie, they are so nice.” Mom took the flowers from her and went to find a vase. “You really did get an assortment of pretty colors today. Danki very much.”
When Mom came back holding a clear vase with scalloped edges, Mattie was pleased that she liked them so much.
“How’s this vase?” Mom asked.
Mattie smiled. “That one’s my favorite.”
“I think I’ll put these flowers in the center of our table tonight,” Mom said as she snipped the bottoms of the stems and arranged them in the vase. “Don’t you think they’ll look pretty there?”
Mattie bobbed her head.
“Do you know what type of wildflower these are?” Mom asked, motioning to the purple and pink ones.
“Mark said those kind are called asters,” Mattie answered, pointing to the colorful flowers that looked like a daisy.
“Jah, I do recognize them now,” Mom said. “Do you know that asters are sometimes called Christmas daisies?”
Mattie thought that was special. She sure loved flowers—and Christmas, too.
“You might not realize it yet,” Mom said, “but it’ll be memories like this that’ll make your appreciation for flowers even more meaningful later in life.”
Mattie gave a nod. “I think you might be right.”
“You should get the wildflower book Grandpa and Grandma Miller gave you for your birthday in August. Maybe you can identify the other wildflowers that are in the bouquet with the asters,” Mom suggested.
“I’m goin’ to my room right now to look them up.” Mattie was pleased that her grandparents had given her such a wonderful gift this year on her birthday. The book had lots of interesting pictures of flowers and their descriptions. It even told where in the United States each type of flower could be found. It also had a chart showing what season of the year certain wildflowers could be seen. All this would make it easier to identify the wildflowers she’d brought home today.
When the family sat down to eat supper that evening, Mattie was eager to share what she’d learned about the other types of
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