The real me is the woman in this window, manual typewriter in front of her but holding a pencil posed over paper. Deer nibble at shrubbery on snow-covered lawn, fodder both for her writing and for her life.
Or are they the same thing?
[Picture by illustrator Adrianne Blair in Faith Baldwin's Face Toward the Spring.]
Thursday, August 28, 2014
What Have I Been Doing Lately?
I've been listening to a concert pianist…
I've been watching a prima ballerina...
I've been watching the ballerina turn into a tomboy…
I've been strolling through the garden
with a delightful companion…
R.H. and I loved seeing Nora have fun with her daddy…
And have sweet moments with her mommie…
All too soon it was time for them to pack and gather toys.
After bidding goodbye to our sweet granddaughter,
her Uncle Zack came home to spend a few days here
with our granddoggie Bentley
so that Mom could keep the tomato soup
and grilled cheese sandwiches coming--
you guessed right,
he had one of the nasty summer bugs going around.
But this afternoon we waved goodbye
and sent him home with homemade chicken soup.
Little Nora (and her parents) went home.
Then Zack went home.
Now we're alone again.
It's hard to say goodbye.
But it sure is quieter.
P.S. Here's a picture Zack sent tonight of Bentley back at home in his own bed. Isn't he an adorable granddog?