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The shower, held for Terra by her mother-in-law to be, was a wonderful success. Terra looked lovely in a beautiful dress, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. The gifts were lovely. The event was exquisitely planned; every detail was perfect and beautiful. This was my first meeting with Lares mother, after hearing wonderful things about her for more than five years. I am glad that Terra is so happy. I had about ten minutes one-on-two with Imp and Elf, before the grandbabies were once again swept into the warm and open arms of Terra and Luna’s young friends. The grandbabies are crawling now, and can climb the stairs. They are happy babies. The drive was not so wonderful. It was very hot on the highway, where I spent almost six hours, round trip. Windows open, high speed traffic whizzing, exhaust fumes whipping around my head, I was sitting in the direct hot and blazing sun all the way there and all the way back. I am getting too old to manage these conditions with grace. I am totally exhausted today and will baby myself a wee bit until my inner resources renew themselves. Towards the end of renewal, out I went for my daily walk this morning. This year the mosquitoes have died down admirably. Out the door before 8:00 A.M., I encountered only two determined deer flies, which met their end at my hand. The cool of night had not completely departed. The morning sun filtered down through the trees. Birds sang. Mist rose lazily from the water on the bay, curling slowly towards the sun. I love the morning. I have loved the morning everywhere I have lived, suburban, urban and rural. I awoke at 2:30 A.M. this morning, and could not get back to sleep. I wandered into the living room and noticed the bright light behind the blinds. I opened up the slider and stepped out into the moonlit night. I have no idea how much time passed as I stood gazing at the full moon that hung just above the treetops. All was silent but for a few forest sounds, leaves rustling, branches falling. I felt so very alone, and at the same time, so very much a part of something beyond my experience. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Gifts for the Bride To Be By the Easy Chair "Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue." John Dryden (1631 - 1700) Weather Partly Cloudy Temp 27°C Pressure 101.7 kPa Visibility 15 km Humidity 43 % Humidex 31 Dewpoint 14°C Wind WSW 13 km/h |
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