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.
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.
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.
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
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”
Just an ordinary day sharing morning tea.
Definitely not ordinary.
Finding a thing of beauty through the eyes of a child.