Let it not be said that a small purchase can't give you happiness! I have now looked out at the new, colorful lights on the porch a million times (well, very many) and each time I smile at their utter prettiness. The leaves come down, the light go up. What a sweet mix of seasonal events! (No photos of lights for now: you'll see plenty of those all winter long! But here's one of the majestic crab, in the last days of her golden beauty!)
It is Monday and so my grandson Sparrow comes early to the farmhouse. Actually, you could say that Sparrow is asserting himself in my grandmotherly embrace this week. Hey, don't you want me to play here more often? You do? Great! I'll be here with you Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday too! Parental work demands are severe this week. I can surely help a little more.
Here he is, dressed for an autumnal jog!
Only let's get those shoelaces tied before you take that sprint up the farmette path!
And now let's see if I can coax a smile out of the two men at the breakfast table:
And you, Sparrow?
A morning smile is a regular event for the little guy.
He is a patient boy... (Okay, Sparrow -- let's get to work on those laces!)
... Except when you get him ready to eat, then hold off the bottle in favor of a picture!
It's a pleasant day today. I mean, I've reset my expectations to a late October template.
Snowdrop, my grandgirl, is, as always, very happy to see the both of us at pickup time.
We eek out a few minutes of outdoor play, both outside her school...
... and at the farmette.
(She finds the repeat blooming Phlox and I encourage her to both pick it and smell it. As sweet as honey, no?)
Sparrow, of course, could use a long afternoon nap, but he never sleeps when Snowdrop is back with us. Eventually, toward the end of the day he will get very very tired, but for now, the two of them are a joy to watch...
Toward evening, the kids leave, the sun throws its last rich light on the crab apple.
It's a beautiful world there, just outside our doors. Ah but to save it, enrich it, nurture it for generations to come...
It is Monday and so my grandson Sparrow comes early to the farmhouse. Actually, you could say that Sparrow is asserting himself in my grandmotherly embrace this week. Hey, don't you want me to play here more often? You do? Great! I'll be here with you Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday too! Parental work demands are severe this week. I can surely help a little more.
Here he is, dressed for an autumnal jog!
Only let's get those shoelaces tied before you take that sprint up the farmette path!
And now let's see if I can coax a smile out of the two men at the breakfast table:
And you, Sparrow?
A morning smile is a regular event for the little guy.
He is a patient boy... (Okay, Sparrow -- let's get to work on those laces!)
... Except when you get him ready to eat, then hold off the bottle in favor of a picture!
It's a pleasant day today. I mean, I've reset my expectations to a late October template.
Snowdrop, my grandgirl, is, as always, very happy to see the both of us at pickup time.
We eek out a few minutes of outdoor play, both outside her school...
... and at the farmette.
(She finds the repeat blooming Phlox and I encourage her to both pick it and smell it. As sweet as honey, no?)
Sparrow, of course, could use a long afternoon nap, but he never sleeps when Snowdrop is back with us. Eventually, toward the end of the day he will get very very tired, but for now, the two of them are a joy to watch...
Toward evening, the kids leave, the sun throws its last rich light on the crab apple.
It's a beautiful world there, just outside our doors. Ah but to save it, enrich it, nurture it for generations to come...
