Good weekend overall. Lots of gardening and a fair amount of art. My dad, well…..my dad makes me sad. He wandered all over their house the other day, looking in every room, trying to find where they keep the cans of soup they eat for lunch. He had a bad fall this morning, tripped over the cat. He seemed to be o.k. but he’s slower then ever…and quieter. He looked really handsome at church this morning. If he weren’t so bent over and moving so slow you’d never guess he wasn’t perfectly well. He still doesn’t look his age really. His hair is finally all gray but far from white. When I sit with him at church is when I think about things so sometimes I cry.
But as I said, overall the weekend was good. What would I do without my sweet peas? Here is Owen with his "the sky is raining marshmallows" work at the Saturday Art School exhibition Saturday morning:
Leo and Ernie planting the all important carrot garden later that day:
Columbine via our old house via my parents’ yard in Lisle, via their next door neighbor Beverly Fiore via her mothers’ house in Kentucky. I love how gardens connect people.
The guys working on their gardens. Of course they planted things way too close and things that might not work there but I want it to be their garden so I try to stand back and let them do what they like. It’s not always easy but I must say I was impressed with the definite plans they—they’d obviously been thinking about it all!!!
Leo getting his hair washed:
My favorite part of the weekend was Saturday evening at dusk. It had gotten cool so we all wrapped up in blankets and watched the bats—we saw four of them! It felt so good so cuddle closely and shriek with excitement as we saw another bat. So despite some sadness, it was a good weekend. I hope all of your weekends were good too.