Monthly Archives: August 2005

Tuesday, August 30, 2005   He stood, possessively, in the middle of the lily pond as we walked by. He’d get no argument from us about that. He could have the lily pond . Slurping the muddy pond water, he gulped his fill and … Continue reading →

Monday, August 29, 2005   Marked on Summer’s calendar, in a brilliant shade of orange, Fall is tumbling, like a gymnast, toward the valley and the backroad. Packing her bags and preparing to go, Summer lingers, for just a while, in the shade of a … Continue reading →

Saturday, August 27, 2005   Today has been a melancholy day for me. Maybe because of the rain and maybe because it’s been so cool. The temperature on the thermometer reads 69. I know it will warm up again, probably … Continue reading →

My daughter-in-law, the Little Gal’s mother, is a regular visitor here and reads everything I write. She also reads everything all of you write in the comments. She remarked to me what nice people all of you are. She confirmed something I’ve been … Continue reading →

Thursday, August 25, 2005   Taking my hand and pulling me toward the backdoor, "Walk," she says. The Little Gal knows her grandmother’s routine.  She’s walked with me down the backroad before.   So, we ready some snacks: cheese, milk, … Continue reading →

Wednesday, August 24, 2005   There’s a crowd of us out walking on the backroad this morning.  Besides Mollie and me, there are Connie, her daughter-in-law, plus Jennifer and Bradley, two of her grandchildren. We’re walking late, too, after 8:00 AM. And the … Continue reading →

Tuesday, August 23, 2005   During the night, Lady Fog waltzed by, dressed in flowing evening garments of elegant pearl grey. This morning, the village and backroad lay still and stunning, dressed for the ball in her splendid, silver skirts. In our t-shirts and shorts, walking shoes and socks, … Continue reading →