Darting Swallows far away to our North.
Where spring is underway.
Busy, oh so busy,
Building or repairing nests
For shelter, nurture and home.
Such has been life….
Moving into another house. Loving it here. A snip of a Rose here, finding a home for this. Food for a group , or just for one. Trying out this magic Thermal cooking machine the Bellini Intelli and Skinnymixers recipes or filing these papers(sigh).
Oh the garden is calling me again.
Sad to see the roses slowly finishing their season in the sun
Thinking of dear ones who are not with us any more, or ageing mother far away.
Time marching on.
Are we really that old?
I am young inside.
Yet today I seem to creak.
Fun visiting the farm
Were we ever that young?
Where did that time go?
But go it has!
I was reading through some old diary notes and this one struck a chord. March 2015. Fourteen long months ago.
Utter joy
Taking a stroll with a “nearly ready to walk on his own” grandson Austin back from looking at some exciting funny chickens
Holding this tiny oh so soft hand
Asking his three-year old cousin Bailey to join in by holding the other little hand.
Grandma one side and proud older cousin the other.
Little steps, baby wobbly steps
Reminding Bailey the older one, just little steps
The look of utter joy on a chubby baby face. I can do it!
Laughter springing out of little eyes as he shares a walk and connection with someone nearer his size
U.N.F.O.R.G.E.T.A.B.L.E
Fast forward to yesterday morning.
Walking in the Botanic Gardens.
Two older preschool cousins and little Austin walking across rustic stepping-stones. Perfectly placed for little boys.
Us Singing songs, counting steps, pretending being on a bridge in a creek. I say “Can you hear the water?”
But children have such imagination with no prompting needed from adults!
I turn around and see…
Boys lying on stones , pretending to be on the deck of a boat.
Toes to head, head to toes.
Three little bodies all in a row
Repeat again and again.
Singing the ABC song as the stones were stepped upon.
Following the leader and singing the song. Little Austin chiming in and singing too….Bailey stopping mid stride and looking at me as if to say “how can little Austin know this song” ….
In all seriousness he wisely said “I learned him the song”
Infinitely P.R.E.C.I.O.U.S.
Just an ordinary day sharing morning tea.
Definitely not ordinary.
Finding a thing of beauty through the eyes of a child.
Budding artist and his abstract number flowers
what a beautiful post, Alexa, thank you for sharing these special moments xx
I love your story poem here that recounts many of the events we have experienced: the joy of children and grand-children – and moving! We are planning to move this summer too, which I will write about on a future blog post.
Great post, Alexa.
Thanks Marianbeaman. Been too long between posts. We chose to move from a two story house before it becomes even more of a huge effort to a single story home. It was always our intention to do so. At our choosing.
Very similar transition: We are making the transition this summer from a tri-level to a one story home on a smaller lot. Currently we maintain a huge corner property with 18 oak trees. I will be glad to settle in and have all the effort of moving behind us.