100 Words: …around the bushes and up a tree…

“Around the bushes and up the tree,
To grandmother’s house we go …”

The little ones sang the song with gusto, even though their grandmother really lived up in the attic of a brownstone in the City, and the nearest tree didn’t come anywhere near the eaves, and the only bushes were a half mile away in the park.

Nevertheless, it was a cheerful tune, and it make the sparrow pull our chariot all the harder for it. We could have flown ourselves, of course, but we live in a fairy ring out in Connecticut, and the little ones tired easily.