Amarilli, mia bella, Non credi, o del mio cor dolce desio, D'esser tu l'amor mio? Credilo pur: e se timor t'assale, Dubitar non ti vale Aprimi il petto e vedrai scritto in core: Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarailli è il mio amore.
Amaryllis, my lovely one, do you not believe, o my heart's sweet desire, That you are my love? Believe it thus: and if fear assails you, Doubt not its truth. Open my breast and see written on my heart: Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Is my beloved.
We've been working on a little science project here at Abelattanzedinio Homeschool.
|Mimi, do you know what this is?|
|A flower? Really? It doesn't look like a flower.|
|And this is the soil we're going to plant it in.|
|We added some warm water|
|we had fun choosing things that would float or sink|
|and of course|
|in went the bulbs|
|Ok, now what?|
|We measured and graphed the growth, daily.|
|one stem even grew 7cm in one day!|
(if you find Cecilia's facial expressions distracting, just close your eyes and listen)