It's as if summer does not want to leave just yet. We have a glorious day today -- a repeat of yesterday's beauty. A heavenly day of sunshine and gusts of refreshing breezes! All against the backdrop of goldenrod, goldencone and dainty purple asters.
I have an appointment early this morning and it's a good one because it gives me some answers to questions I've had for many months now. I come back in time for a sweet breakfast on the porch. It's warm enough this morning!
Of course, we have to go out. We just have to! A rerun of grand weather calls for a rerun of bike rides and disc golf games. I leave my camera at home once again, but I do take out my phone for just one quick photo after a particularly good round on the disc golf course!
I pick up a bouncy girl at school! Once again she has produced a picture she'd been working on of a penguin house and this time I snap her with it, in front of all those purple asters.
And as the breeze tussles her hair, I have to ask -- isn't this a fine day to go fly a kite?
She is all for it! I ask Ed to help us. My history of kite flying hasn't always produced tangible results.
We go to a playground with wide spaces for kites. We give it a go.
It isn't easy. Snowdrop runs with it, mostly in good directions. She surely got the lift!
... up up, aiming for those "highest heights."
And when the running wears her out, she puts her energies to the playground. Want to join me, ahah?
He never says no.
At the farmette again, Ed offers her a bite of the only two pears that the ancient pear tree produced this year. I am surprised that she likes it. Here she is, begging me to help her pick the second one. It's not ripe, Snowdrop. No, it wont get ripe today...
Inside, she settles into story telling. As always, she mixes up her medium. Things make it into her dollhouse that surely were not intended for it (birthday cards??). Snowdrop, you have a terrific imagination.
Play with me, gaga.
I am right here, listening to you.
No, I mean sit down right here, pick up some of the characters and make up stories about them!
I smile at that. Snowdrop doesn't hog the spotlight. She likes nothing better than a partner in crime. Right there on the floor beside her.
Evening. Ed plays with cats, I fix supper and look in on my grandgirl in Chicago. Doors and windows wide open. What a day! What a beautiful day!
I have an appointment early this morning and it's a good one because it gives me some answers to questions I've had for many months now. I come back in time for a sweet breakfast on the porch. It's warm enough this morning!
Of course, we have to go out. We just have to! A rerun of grand weather calls for a rerun of bike rides and disc golf games. I leave my camera at home once again, but I do take out my phone for just one quick photo after a particularly good round on the disc golf course!
I pick up a bouncy girl at school! Once again she has produced a picture she'd been working on of a penguin house and this time I snap her with it, in front of all those purple asters.
And as the breeze tussles her hair, I have to ask -- isn't this a fine day to go fly a kite?
She is all for it! I ask Ed to help us. My history of kite flying hasn't always produced tangible results.
We go to a playground with wide spaces for kites. We give it a go.
It isn't easy. Snowdrop runs with it, mostly in good directions. She surely got the lift!
... up up, aiming for those "highest heights."
And when the running wears her out, she puts her energies to the playground. Want to join me, ahah?
He never says no.
At the farmette again, Ed offers her a bite of the only two pears that the ancient pear tree produced this year. I am surprised that she likes it. Here she is, begging me to help her pick the second one. It's not ripe, Snowdrop. No, it wont get ripe today...
Inside, she settles into story telling. As always, she mixes up her medium. Things make it into her dollhouse that surely were not intended for it (birthday cards??). Snowdrop, you have a terrific imagination.
Play with me, gaga.
I am right here, listening to you.
No, I mean sit down right here, pick up some of the characters and make up stories about them!
I smile at that. Snowdrop doesn't hog the spotlight. She likes nothing better than a partner in crime. Right there on the floor beside her.
Evening. Ed plays with cats, I fix supper and look in on my grandgirl in Chicago. Doors and windows wide open. What a day! What a beautiful day!
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