Friday, September 30, 2016

their thoughts, my thought

Sometimes I have a better clue as to what my beloveds are thinking than I let on. Other times my guess is as good as yours. 

Today,  I think I can do some second guessing. Follow along.

Morning walk to the coop. Ed's happy -- I'm doing the early walk. What's there not to like?


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Breakfast. He's been a tad under the weather. But if you ask him -- how do you feel? He'll always, always say -- great!

I know better.


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The girl comes to the farmhouse after school. Here's her "Italian old man" walk:


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She insists on taking the stroller out. I oblige. I push her up and down the rural roads. I retreat.

She insists then on taking the wagon out. I oblige. Up and down the farmette lands.


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She wants so much to go out into the fields to the east of us. I oblige.

She says then -- eat peppers!

I say no way, no no no! These peppers are so hot that if you touch them, your fingers will be tainted for days.


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She goes to the flowers. The farmers have always invited me to pick as many as I want for myself. I never have done that. But today I let Snowdrop do the picking for me. Sure, she only tackles one or two blooms. Half spent ones at that. But still, I am grateful that she is welcome here.


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I am also grateful that she just manages to avoid sweeping her hand over the bloom with the bee intensely occupied and possibly not welcoming a Snowdrop interruption.


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Here, she's for sure thinking: why aren't you rolling forward? I want to pull you! Why are you stuck??


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Snowdrop has her n'th "I've just begun school" cold. After her nap, she learns to wipe the nose of all her stuffies.


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You can see the tired look in her eyes... And still, she plays full steam ahead with her necklace and her owl bag. Snowdrop loves owls.


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Grandpa Ed, you know -- the guy who's feeling great, the one who spent the whole afternoon sleeping, comes down and reads a book with her. She is happy. He is happy.


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It all falls into place at the end of the day. For all of us.

And that's a good thing.

1 comment:

  1. When her bangs are blown back, I sure see her mother.

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