The Good Old Days

Paddling into dense early morning fog – me, my kid and his.

Two loon warblers, fishing as the sun rises. There one minute, gone the next.

Chippy competing with the bluejays for piles of birdseed.

Splish-splashing in the mud kitchen – experimenting for hours. Scientists in the making. Or maybe chefs?

Soccer, pickleball, bocce, and biking.

Music, singing and dancing.

Stories, in French and English; scarecrows, Monarchs and little girl mechanics.

The littlest one pushing the ice cream bus; second littlest sharing her baby doll and bottles.

Purple cake frosted by small hands – a work of art!

My ten people around the same table, beer-marinated chicken and fresh corn.

Old dog sleeping.

S’mores by a blazing campfire.

Tent magically lit by fairy lights.

Nana’s heart overflowing.

Wishing these moments in time could last forever.