Monday, August 15, 2011
A Day With Owen
The weather has changed today. It is no cooler but there is a crystalline quality to the air which says unmistakably that fall will be coming.
I wish I had spent more time outside but frankly, have not felt like it. I took Owen out some- he had to do more tractor driving and then there was the nut-gathering and the chicken-watching. As I said, I believe the new hens are maturing and the acceptance on all parts of both flocks seems to have gone very smoothly. Elvis is, as I have said so many times before, a good husband to the sister-wives, an accepting and all-inclusive sort of guy.
So Owen has gone home now with his daddy after we had to forcibly pull him off of the tractor. I seriously doubt that anything in this world could make that boy happier than a blue tractor to sit on and pretend to drive.
Yesterday or the day before, I got a halfway decent picture of a blue-tailed skink. If you click on it, you can at least see what they look like.
Very snake-like, but with legs.
The world is filled with wonders and mysteries, isn't it? Far more than can be numbered.
And now it's time for me to go and try to tidy up this house which Owen played in so thoroughly. There are books and blocks, pans and pots. There are trucks and farms and trains and ducks.
It was so good to have him here in this place where there are so many things for him to do and see. If I could time-travel, I think I would like to travel to twenty years in the future to see what he remembers about being at Mer-Mer and Bop's house. The chickens? The mule? The goats? The skinks? The closets to hide in? The outdoors to run in? The bamboo?
I feel certain he will remember the tractor.
Yes. I think he will.