Saturday, Saturday…

bird in the morning


This guy was breakfasting in our garden this morning. I noticed a couple of the trees are starting their spring bloom even though it is another month until spring. I guess I am not the only one looking forward to the end of winter.

I drove to the city and visited with Petite Fille and her parents today. I had been banned from crossing the threshold these past five weeks in case I brought my plague with me. In the meantime, my precious grand daughter has grown so big – she is five months old now.

Not only has she had her first solids – an array of colourful vegetables, this week orange beetroot will be added – but she now rolls like a pro, does a mighty rendition of a push-up trying to crawl and is not far off sitting up solo. She also sings and talks in her baby talk (and still says ‘hello’).

I thought she might be wary of me, because six weeks absence is a large chunk of her little life, and she was a little shy for the first few minutes, but I just took it slowly and by the end of the visit we were back to playing together. We also learnt to waltz about the living room as Grandma murdered “The Tennessee Waltz” which my mother used to sing to us! Well, I did the waltzing and Petite Fille did the tolerating.

Time and grandchildren wait for no woman it seems. And you know, the little things in life, such a grandchildren, really are the best.

5 thoughts on “Saturday, Saturday…

  1. Yes, grand children are very special. I am in WA and my two grandsons are in Victoria. The elder turned 5 on Tuesday and the younger turns 3 today.


  2. So true. We are on the other side of things and have recently lost one set of grandparents and the void left is immense. Fortunately my Mum and Dad are still soldiering on and we have maintained a weekly get-together since before Heather was born, 14 years. It slips a little with illness and vacations but I’d say 90% of the time we’re good. They’ve seen the kids grow literally every step of the way and have contributed to their little lives in myriad ways.


    • My parents were very central in our children’s lives especially their first 15 years before illness made it difficult for them, but the children knew Grandma and Grandpa always loved them no matter what. A good legacy to leave.


  3. I imagine my soon-grandson telling people that his grandmother lives inside a computer – I shall be a skype-grandmother. We grew up with mum’s parents really involved in our lives while dad’s parents lived overseas and we only got a phone call on birthdays & Christmas. The Tennessee Waltz is stuck in my head now!


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