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 รจ 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 |
| ....and waited.... |
| we had fun choosing things that would float or sink |
| and of course |
| stirring |
| the mud |
| in went the bulbs |
| Ok, now what? |
| We measured and graphed the growth, daily. |
| one stem even grew 7cm in one day! |
| Ta Da! |
(if you find Cecilia's facial expressions distracting, just close your eyes and listen)
Beautiful! There's something very magical about spring bulbs in the dead of winter. Love the graphs!
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