From misty skies that seemed to portend of a cooler, grayer morning...
... there arose a beautiful, gentle sun. Slowly.
But surely.
And it gained strength, and the air turned warm, and the crocuses felt safe enough to release their golden petals.
It is a gorgeous day to be in Wisconsin!
Breakfast in the sun room.
The rest of the day is devoted to Snowdrop. Oh, you may look at photos where she runs this way and that and think -- she has run before! But honestly, to this grandma's eyes, she is, each day, magnificent in spirit...
And full of uique energy. (I might note that, for the first time since birth, she refused both naps today. Life was just too interesting!)
The girl clearly has succumbed to a strong case of spring fever.
Later in the afternoon, I take her to a coffee shop, where she shows incredible patience (the service is on the slow side). And curiosity: penguin, what do you see when you gaze straight up?
At her home again, she shows me her new commitment to scribbling.
And if that isn't enough to make me think she's growing by leaps and bounds, surely this next photo leads me to imagine that she wont appear that much different fifteen years from now: thumbs moving fast, foot thumping -- a girl born into the world of smart phones (at this stage -- Fisher Price pretend smart phones).
It's an unusual day, because the little girl and her mom are at the farmhouse for supper. It's rare that I have much time with Snowdrop and her mom: if I am there, then my daughter is typically away at work. But tonight, I revel in watching the both of them, together, doing what they always do...
Supper is on the informal side, but I am sure to cook up some brussels sprouts. Snowdrop eats every last one.
One more giggle...
... and now it's time for this grandma to go to sleep. Good night, good night spring moon, clear skies, happy girl, penguin, crocuses and all exquisite blossoms that follow.
... there arose a beautiful, gentle sun. Slowly.
But surely.
And it gained strength, and the air turned warm, and the crocuses felt safe enough to release their golden petals.
It is a gorgeous day to be in Wisconsin!
Breakfast in the sun room.
The rest of the day is devoted to Snowdrop. Oh, you may look at photos where she runs this way and that and think -- she has run before! But honestly, to this grandma's eyes, she is, each day, magnificent in spirit...
And full of uique energy. (I might note that, for the first time since birth, she refused both naps today. Life was just too interesting!)
The girl clearly has succumbed to a strong case of spring fever.
Later in the afternoon, I take her to a coffee shop, where she shows incredible patience (the service is on the slow side). And curiosity: penguin, what do you see when you gaze straight up?
At her home again, she shows me her new commitment to scribbling.
And if that isn't enough to make me think she's growing by leaps and bounds, surely this next photo leads me to imagine that she wont appear that much different fifteen years from now: thumbs moving fast, foot thumping -- a girl born into the world of smart phones (at this stage -- Fisher Price pretend smart phones).
It's an unusual day, because the little girl and her mom are at the farmhouse for supper. It's rare that I have much time with Snowdrop and her mom: if I am there, then my daughter is typically away at work. But tonight, I revel in watching the both of them, together, doing what they always do...
Supper is on the informal side, but I am sure to cook up some brussels sprouts. Snowdrop eats every last one.
One more giggle...
... and now it's time for this grandma to go to sleep. Good night, good night spring moon, clear skies, happy girl, penguin, crocuses and all exquisite blossoms that follow.
