I think it speaks more to him being charmed by the little one's felt presence at the farmhouse, but okay, I take the photo.
It's a mixed weather day and the bugs are still menacing enough to keep me away from doing yard work, but perhaps that's a good thing, since it is Friday and both Ed and I have full days before us.
But first breakfast. A very yellow breakfast, down to his scrambled eggs.
Ah, yellow! It's such a color of Fall... And I have plenty of it to admire -- right by the porch, to cover up the now spent daylilies.
In fact, the porch side garden looks amazingly vibrant, for being so neglected for such a long spell (because of the bugs) by me.
Soon. The air will cool, this cycle of pesky mosquitoes will come to an end and outdoor work will be part of our routines again.
In the meantime, I do a rather quick grocery store trip and then I hurry with the stroller to Snowdrop's school. A second week of school behind her!
This afternoon, we play in her own home and predictably, she wants a rousing game of ball...
... then she wants to feed her penguin toy cookies
I tell her that I bought a couple of pairs of slippers for her use at the farmhouse (from Zappos, where returns are easy) and I want to try them to see which ones fit best.
She is happy to do this. Very happy.
Too happy. What? We're not keeping both? I can't play with all these lovely new slippers? Really? (It's as if I were taking away her most treasured penguin.)
Snowdrop, let's read a book and put you down for a nap...
Eat nuts!
Sweet, sweet girl. It's not meal time, but something made her think of snacking on nuts.
Okay, you can have a couple of nuts.
More nuts!
Okay, just one more.
One more!
That was one more.
One more!
Upstairs to bed. Sleep well little one.
Late afternoon. She is her reliable cheerful self.
And I think -- there is a dry spell: no rain cloud at the horizon. And it's not too hot. We haven't gone out to explore the neighborhood for such a long time. Are you up for it, little one? She is!
We do our old routine -- one that belonged to the earlier months of summer: up the street to the distant coffee shop (where it's all about independence now) ...
Then past the lesser lake, with Snowdrop still helping to push the stroller, me singing as we walk, so that a passerby will note: a singing walk! ...all the way to the playground. And here, she has clearly had some practice since out last visit back in July. She climbs, she slides...
... and as before, she experiences the joy of flying high.
I'll end with that. Our grandchildren happy, soaring -- you can't do better than that.