Here is the menace, closer, & slightly more defined. Leo is very afraid of thunderstorms, & he rushes to hide from them. He kept leaping up, trying to be hugged. Then, as the threat moved closer, he retreated behind the sofa, which is his cast-iron refuge for storms.
I see a fat pig, with wings, racing to beat the storm. What do you see? It was a very eerie light, but once the storm proper broke, we had no further visibility over those hills, & the lightning was spectacular, & loud!
I dont have a camera which could capture the lightning. I really didn't want to. I closed our curtains for Leo's sake.
We had SG to stay overnight on Friday. He is such a delight.
He knows the way to his Nan's heart. He sat up, & said "Nanna, you are something with B"
"What do you mean Sweetheart?"
"You know BEEEE you?"
"No, I cant guess"
"It is beeeyoootifuuuul! You are beautiful!!"
"Oh D, you are so lovely! What a nice thing to say!"
Complete "heart~stolen" moment!
Then SG pats my hair, & says, "Nanna, your hair is golden!"
I reply, "But SG it has lots of grey in there!"
"Yes" he says, "but I can still see most of the golden bits. And the grey bits are lovely!"
Who could not love a little boy who says such lovely things.
How we loved having him to stay! He is so precious!!
Love You, Small Grandson!
He cried when his parents came to collect him. I am so glad he feels happy at our house, & is so comfortable. We love the little man he is.
My Beloved Brother is coming to stay with us. I am so excited. I have got his visitation dates mixed up, & he will be here next weekend! How did I get the dates mixed?? Am I getting Dementia? Or, worse?
We are having a really hot spell. It has been 34 degrees today. It frys my brain. I cannot think!
This post was to be about the fact that it may be later than we think! So true! I have old boxes to check, old photos to look at, old memories to catalogue.
How are we to know when it is "Too Late". We will never know.
The Full Moon has brought more dreams of houses of many rooms. And re-onnections with the dead & gone. I feel sad, somehow.
It is only recently I have begun to dream of my departed mother, & my beloved Aunt.
Nancy Wilson, (You Don't Know)How Glad I Am.