Yes, we have two grand daughters, and it is only because the older one had a NIGHT game that she has not been featured in this back to back g-dau series.The take-home from watching the energy expended on the field was that "there was a time" and it does not seem so long ago, when energy and strength were boundless and pain a stranger. To everything there is a season I suppose--a time to run and a time to refrain from running.I remember when our son first "played soccer" (or at least there was a ball by that name on … Continue Reading ››
Watching our grand daughter frolic in the sprinkler, I remembered the utter joy the first day we were allowed to go barefoot--in the zoysia grass, under the mimosas, only to get "stung on a bee" as one of us lamented when it happened.The moving-parts oscillating gizmos came along well after the first one I remember--a ring of brass with holes in it that just sat there and put out a tiaraof luke-warm Alabama water a few feet into the sultry air.Joy is found in free and simple things when you're six. We should all be six as often as possible.
We're minding the home front down on the Carolina coast for my daughter while she and hubby are away at a meeting.Other than two soccer games and one birthday party, we havent gotten far from the home base.One of these days I will have to come down with the intention of getting out to a seashore wildlife preserve with my camera. The back porch was as far as I made it this trip, and this was the extent of the wildlife available.My 6-yr-old photographic assistant could not resist getting too close too fast to our subject--a Carolina Anole. I suffered … Continue Reading ››
Galaxies collide. Sunstruck dewdrops bedazzle bowl-and-doily webs and pasture grasses of an early spring morning.