Every day, a photograph, a poem. I know. All you see are pictures of the yard, the garden, the cat, the walk. That’s my life these days. That’s what a pandemic looks like when trying to be safe.
So today the smoke is too thick from the wildfires [purpleair at 165 ] so we are staying inside. Luckily it is only 82°F so we’re not too hot.
As I walk around our little cottage, I laughed at this particular bookshelf, with the little figures grandkids once played with sitting, waiting. I love little toys like this. Even if they come with a “house” for the characters, the kids can add to the play area and create an entire adventure and story of their own. Notice the doll on the left [kids don’t care about different sizes or colors]. The clothing is the last “style” created from kleenix by one of the grandkids. Ha. Imagination and creativity flourish when kids have time to be themselves with no agenda or schedule, just time together.
I do miss the laughter and struggles and dreams and painting and reading and singing and swimming and hiking and tracking local animals and all the adventures we had.
In the little roomSheri Edwards
on the shelf with adventures
still sit grandkid toys.
Post 875 days in a row
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart