Fog finally lifting
love this little red wagon
when I struck out alone with my 4-year-old
I hauled wood inside the big farmhouse for my daily fire
those were the days.
Left the big city corporate world
remodeling an old farmhouse, baby calves I fed with a bottle, gardened loved this gravel road out in the middle of nowhere.
Not that way now
grown children in other states and countries
big city, all with wonderful careers.
Now cannot imagine
one of the youngest grandchildren checking out colleges for next year
and this is really something
now in a Magnet school and when I inquired what language you are taking
she replied "Chinese"
Oldest granddaughter expecting my second Great in November
a chef in Nantucket
and another cannot even begin his accomplishments
So better begin my day
school bus on the road
and this one
so many blessings
hope I did not forget anyone
if I did
it is early
and need to begin my day