The folks I was cat sitting for had, in addition to Harry and David apples and oranges, a box of pears. I picked them up this morning, and while I was there, I saw two crows in the front yard. In the UK they count magpies, but we don’t have those here, so crows will have to do.
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss.
At the end of one year and the beginning of another, joy sounds like a good thing to have.
red paper boat 