They fly so fast, Grammy!

A three-year old boy can seldom be depended upon to be still and quiet. He can seldom wait until something will happen, but my grandson Thomas will watch carefully while life buzzes around him. He examines, analyzes, and finds it.

My "girls" (gr-daughters) were eleven and nine at the time, and he thought they were his, that they belonged to him. Between them, they filled our house with joy.

In 2015, my little man walked with me to meet a friend across the street from our house. He and his parental units were visiting from England, so we raced about from ocean to museums to playground to...

But, this day Thomas was mine to enjoy. And that was what we found across the street: amazement.

She wasn't home, but her hummingbirds were. Thomas squatted down quietly like a statue, wordless and eyes wide open. They were there, in their bold flight. Thomas held his hands folded in his lap, watching intently. And I watched him.

We didn't go back, why I don't know. Thomas wanted to see my friend who was gone for a few days. But the hummingbirds were there and we didn't go to see them.

Instead, Thomas ran and played with his cousins. They laughed, threw stuff, read books. I laughed, but I didn't throw stuff.

I watched them, my "girls" and my "little man". Good times.

For the next few postings, we will be heading back to the Cow Chipping Country to visit my brother. Please leave a comment, simply because I like to hear your thoughts. 

Shadows

Source

Shadows

Across

The road.

Long

Straight

Shadows

Across

The road.

Flicker

Light and dark.

Waiting

Growing longer.

Until sun sets

Shadows

Disappear.

When You Are Old

starry starry night

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire,

Take down this book

And slowly read and dream

Of the soft look your eyes had once,

And of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man

Loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down

Beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly,

How love fled,

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William B. Yeats

Over and Done

Source: manmohan.com

All is over and done,

Rooms seem stark,

Black against White.

Shadows wander,

Chess moves,

Source: Krysztof Szkulatoski @ 12frames.eu

White against Black.

Petals losing fragrance,

Converting, dropping.

Odor of endings.

Source: jazza

Wednesday Words

My words this week are late again.  Blame it on pumpkin pie.

Allow      horizon    song           cramp        string       feline

From Delores at thefeatherednest:

Ice      jingle             frosty            tingle    moonlight              shadows

She shivered in the frosty air of Dole’s Drugstore.  When the door opened, the bell would jingle.  In the moonlight shadows behind the lipsticks, Madeleine tingled with excitement.  Applying a layer of “Fire and Ice”, she prepared for her rendezvous.