Five, four, three......the summer of 2015......going, going......gone!
But there was time for little boys and baseball.
And a grandma "poet" with a camera......
See those numbers, five and three?
Both of them belong to me!
Weeks of leisure, days of fun,
Handsome faces in the sun
Pretty ladies everywhere,
This is summer, not a care
And cousins new!
Lots of things we found to do!
(date of arrival: June 10, 2015)
Trains to ride.......
Places to hide
Lovely lilies in the park......
Scary stories in the dark!
Oh, the places we went!
The times well spent........
Each moment thrives within my heart
.....and also at my side. Because, you see, every time I accompany my little loves on an adventure away from home, I pick up a treasure from nature to remind me of the day. A heart shaped rock, a tiny perfect pine cone, an oval shell, a driftwood chip......
Grandpa asks why I don't label each item with place and date. But that's not necessary for me. It must be a "grandma thing" to have trouble remembering my grocery list or where I left my keys, but none recalling the origin of these.
I do have trouble, though, but it's not inside my head! Somebody's "busy paws" think my little basket of memories holds suitable toys! Over and over again, I have apprehended him helping himself. Here, for immediate press release, is his latest mug shot......
For Petty Larceny!
Oh, Charlie! Don't worry. Mommy will bail you out! (again)
Just one more caution, if you will,
Excessive rays are known to kill!
(actually just "playin' 'possum!")
Goodbye summer of 2015. You were a friend to me. A good, good friend.