When not distracted by his ever-active older sister, my grandson and I have shared quiet times of conversation and interaction. When not in super-hero mode with cape or mask,
he can be quite serious, even pensive.
A warm, humid mid-summer afternoon, the two of us alone in the house; just the opportunity we needed…….would he like to assemble a paper replica of the Carousel in Paris??
Sitting on the arm of my wing chair – he is not a ‘lap’ kind of guy – we put it together, carefully and slowly, one small piece at a time, deciding that one day we would like to travel to Paris to ride together……
Showing him the paper replica of Monet’s home, Giverny
– his sister and I put that one together –
comparing photos in the book to ones taken on my visit to the house and gardens,
“how did you get there, Nona??????”
(more rectangular bushes!!!!!!!!)
Quite sure that my children were equally as remarkable……..I now have time to savor and record (so that I can remember!!) some of my grandchildren’s words:
watching ‘Peter Rabbit’ in the garden with the three year old….
suddenly Peter disappeared…….‘where did he go’ I asked……(very seriously) ‘Nona, I think he went into the…’ (pause – searching for, or not knowing the word hedge), ‘ I think he went into the rectangular bush’.
Returning a sock left behind on his last visit…….(relieved) ‘Oh, I thought it was gone forever!’
On cue, shortly after 6 pm, as though sensing the presence of a special audience, our owls gave a lively performance. The grandchildren loved it – enchanted by their raspy chirping and graceful movements.
Next morning we set out into the orchard with walking sticks
– our own version of Christopher Robin and friends exploring the Hundred Acre Wood.
By discovering clues on the ground (owl pellets), we found the owl’s perch in the oak.
We searched high
and we searched low,
but being nocturnal by nature, the owls are difficult to spot during the day.
…………the joy of seeing God’s creation through the eyes of children……….
Illustrations by E.H. Shepard from The House at Pooh Corner by A.A. Milne
We had a small house guest last night who was talking about pancakes the moment he arrived!
Beautiful sunshine greeted us this morning, warming the porch exposed to the winter sun on the south side of the house. Let’s have pancakes on the porch!!!
batter was mixed
berries washed and sampled
pancakes cooked on the griddle
the result: a happy house guest!!!
a two year old and his watermelon
life is good!!!!!