What a treat to actually take part in Hallowe’en with the Kitty and the baby Panda, and their mom. It’s still a novelty to be able to do a day trip to Wolfville and enjoy a hit of grandchildren…especially today. Jen already knows so many families in such a short time, and that puts me back to our days in St.Catharines, when we had our fourth babe and so many many friends. It’s a wonderful time in life.
Monthly Archives: October 2012
This is Frank’s lunch, and a typical one at that. Me..I’d be an anemic tea and toast old lady, if living on my own. Frank’s mother, on her own, would make the best meals for herself, make extra, freeze that up like a T.V. dinner, label it. Wouldn’t be me. I so admire it, but ultimately I’m too lazy or indifferent, or just too busy or involved to want to stop and make that effort. I also don’t have that sense of time around mealtimes. Once again, visiting with my mother in law, after a few days, I’d be hungry like clockwork on her regulated eating schedule. I always say everything we do, we do in accordance to our personality, and when it comes to food prep and mealtimes, Frank and I are very different. He definitely scores higher in this arena. Not always, but this one is his point.
Drea came to visit. We had a quiet time talking in the den as Frank had the living area upside down while he worked on the wood trim. Daisy of course needed to do her head butting for constant petting, but Drea was up to the task. It’s always wonderful to have this lovely youngest child of ours, hang out with us.
Being at a funeral of a person who lived a good life, left a legacy of love and good deeds, is always inspiring. You listen closely for what made this life so elevated, and hear it in the small things..the sense of humour, the steady nature, the close bonds with family and fellow men. And this is what I’ve taken away…the little things become the big things.
Who would have thought that fingerling potatoes would make this blog? These weird wonders were grown by Alice, in a veggie garden that overlooks a huge vista of the Atlantic, the shoreline, the hills, headlands. I brought a book to Alice and she in return showered me with fresh vegetables and home made pickles and condiments made from her produce. It was definitely an unbalanced exchange. That’s the beauty of giving when it’s not expected. The receiver is unbalanced by the act, it’s a “you made my day” scenario. These creatures on our counter keep me smiling…so the giving continues.
We went for a walk when the sun was getting low in the sky…the long shadow time, beautiful in the fall, and anytime.
I love the play of the sun , being low, just grabbing the tops of the marsh reeds and grasses. It looks like “On Golden Pond”, the Three Fathom Harbour version. Funny how younger readers just won’t get that reference. That’s happening more and more. When you say,” oh, I did that, about 30 years ago”…etc..it still sounds strange to my ears. These are the small things I’m coming to accept, in my own “golden” decades.