This morning I found Dottie keeping Darla company as she sits on her eggs. I opened up the hatch behind the nest to bring in more light to take the picture and there you are- the sun shining through Dottie's comb and wattle. Poor Darla. I know she is exhausted. Her babies should be appearing any day now.
I got all my chores done early today, or at least early for me. Breakfast burritos made for my husband, sheets and clothes and towels washed and hung on the line. Then I cut up a cantaloupe and made a sandwich to take the Wacissa because Jessie and the boys and Lily and Maggie had planned an outing there today. Exciting!
Jason is taking Owen and Gibson to Disney this weekend or to the Star Wars resort or something. That's where the water stuff is that Gibson needed a cast cover for. Here's a picture I stole off Jason's FB page.
The kids played in the water and the sand and more children and their parents showed up and soon toys and floats and buckets and trucks and nets and shovels were being enjoyed by all. I love watching children's encounters with other children- the way they sort of just meet and become instant friends although frequently, they do not seem to know their new friends' names. It doesn't seem to matter in the least. All of these children got along sweetly and as they played in the water and in the sand, we mamas and friends all sat in the shade of a cypress tree and watched them. Jessie and Lily and Jessie's friend and I immediately got into topics that were, well, salty as the kids say these days. We talked about things that as Shelby said in "Steel Magnolias" made the fish blush.
It was great and I love being able to have this sort of relationship with my kids. So easy and so real. We did a lot of laughing.
Maggie on someone's float. By the time we left, there was an entire girl float gang. They seemed to be having a terrific time. Salty-ladies-to-be, most likely.
Gee Dee. I mean...really? Those evil insects love my evil blood.
It was a lovely day. The river as beautiful as always, the people all peaceful and thoughtful. Laughing with my daughters, watching my grandchildren play and splash and dig. I put sunscreen on Levon, carefully painting it on to avoid his eyes, spreading it around his beautiful little face. He was so trusting and patient.
Overall, another good baptism in the purified, rarified, glorified, sanctified holy waters of a Florida river. As I was leaving, an older man (by which I mean probably older than me) who was there with his wife shot me a peace sign.
I loved it.