The day started out rife with goof-ups, bad timing, and just generally nothing going right or according to plan. We've all had Mondays like this. It must be why Mondays have such a bad reputation. They've earnnnnnnnnnned it.
The weather made things tolerable. It was the first day in a long time that has me hopeful we might get an autumn this year. The sun came out, a nice breeze hung around most of the day, and my 3:00 cup of coffee didn't seem as masochistic as it does when it's 102 degrees in the shade.
But the day itself? Truly a take it or leave it one.
Until I got to Rosemary's house. Her folks had a meeting with a client, so I served as a placeholder for what was to be just about a half hour. Rosemary got up from her nap and we went to sit on the front porch where we could catch a breeze, listen to the dry leaves skate down the driveway in a hurry to get somewhere I hope is special to them, and ring the fairy bells a few times. (That's what she and I call the wind chimes next to her back porch. Well, mostly I do the calling and she does the ringing, so far.)
When her people got home they invited me to come to the park to share a few minutes of their precious family time together. Luke and Abby played fetch to an appreciative audience, who soon had their fill of such and went to the swings for a bit.
I had shared the cursed beginning of this day with so many folks that it seems only fair to share the blessed ending of it.
|Rosemary enjoying silly Abby Dog.|
|Rosemary also enjoys watching her Daddy fetch.|
|And she is a great studier of nature.|
|I have no idea how far back in the family this goes,|
but Great Big Buzzard never, ever fails to delight a kid
with any Upchurch genes at all.
|And Grandmamas get to snatch a kiss |
when the Great Big Buzzard lands!
|Princess Oopsy Doodle and her sweet Mama.|
|Sue me. I can't stand to see beautiful trees without taking a picture.|
|Shall we swing?|
|I believe we shall!|
|"Do again, Mama!"|
|I hate to think how many decades it's been|
since I was on a swing.
|If they could bottle moments like this the world would be a nicer place.|
|The afternoon ended with some Peek-A-Boo going on in the gazebo.|
I love how babies are delighted by this every time.