Monday

A gentle beginning to the week: like a cornflower blue sky, so, too, a morning can be cornflower blue. Not intense, not splashy. A bit slow, a bit meandering. With, of course, a slow breakfast. In the sun room this time.






We are back on schedule now and if it's Monday, it's time for Snowdrop to spend the day at the farmhouse.

What's her preoccupation today? Well, jumping, for one. She tries. With penguin at first.






Most efforts end like this:






Alright. A pause. Great concentration on taking apart giant legos (except they're not called legos; they sure look like legos to me).






Since it's just above freezing, I suggest feeding the cheepers. She likes the idea, until I put her on the sled. She has that distrustful attitude. As in -- are you sure you know what you're doing, grandma?






I persevere. She relaxes. A little.






Back at the farmhouse, she cannot stop looking at that photo of her mom and aunt. Is that really them? No kidding?






And then it's back to jumping. I do it alongside her and this makes her laugh and laugh!






And then we return to her home where she convincingly demonstrates that she really does understand the request to display her tongue.







Such a fine day! Gentle and kind. Playful and unassuming. So very fine!