Unexpected But Lovely Visits

Well, here's the only picture I took today and it's not a good picture and you've seen the same image a million times. And the funny thing is- THREE of my grandchildren came by today and I did not take one picture of any of them! 

Vergil texted us after we'd finished our traditional Sunday morning breakfast with biscuits and grits and eggs and asked if we'd like a little visit. He had the boys out of the house so Mama could sleep. She worked last night and is working again tonight. I told him that of course we'd love to see them and they showed up soon after. Glen was working on pulling roots out of his beautiful rows and I was planting some seeds when they got here. It was past lunch time and although Mr. Moon and I surely did not need or want any, the Weatherford boys were as hungry as, well, as hungry as little boys their age can be. I offered to make some sandwiches for them and before I could even ask what kind they wanted, Levon said, "You know what I want!" 
And yes, I did. I make the meanest peanut butter, honey, and raisin sandwich you'd ever want to eat. 
Especially for grandchildren. 
Okay, actually? Grandchildren are the only people I make these sandwiches for these days. Levon likes mine especially because I do not skimp on any of the ingredients and it's probably like eating a peanut butter candy sandwich and what would be the problem with that? 
You know why grandparents spoil their grandchildren? 
First of all, because they can. Secondly, and quite possibly the most important reason- we want them to love us the best. Not better than Mom and Dad, but better than anyone else. Sugar is an important part of the strategy here and that's all there is to it.
August wanted cheese toast and so I made up a bunch of those and the peanut butter, honey, and raisin ones, and cut up some apples because nutrition is important, and that was all devoured. 

August helped me do some planting. He asked if there was any way I could make rows that would mimic the colors of the rainbow and I said that I didn't know how I'd do that but that I did have some rainbow chard he could plant. He also helped me with a second row of mustard greens. And then we planted carrots. 
I loved that he wanted to help. He helps his mountain grandma in North Carolina in her garden which is a true work of art and bountiful piece of ground because she's been working it for decades. Maybe he'll the one to have the urge to grow things when he's an adult. 

And then he asked me to read to him which I immediately agreed to. I asked him what he'd like me to read and he said that he'd brought a book and would like that, please. I'm not up on kid lit at all so I wasn't aware of the series from which this book came. 

It was pretty interesting. Timmy is a kid with autism, although I didn't know that until I just looked the book up. It's quite fanciful with interesting characters (there are illustrations although it is not a graphic novel) and quite a few very, very what I would have called as a child, "hard words." 
I asked August at one point if he knew what all the words meant. He said that he didn't. "Does that bother you?" I asked. 
"Nope," he said. And I'm sure he's getting a general idea of their definitions from the context and I sort of love that. 

So that visit happened and then, later, Owen texted that he and his dad were on their way out to possibly borrow a trailer. Jason is moving back into the house where he and Lily lived before the divorce. It's a long story. He's done a lot of work on the house and I'm sure that moving out of his mom's house is going to be like getting a new lease on life. 
So out they came and I told Owen my new plan to tell him frequently that I knew him when he was hardly taller than a rooster which he found amusing. 
They didn't end up borrowing the trailer which is pretty much a POS but it was nice to see them and get to chat with my boy. Next weekend it is his birthday, him mama's birthday, and Vergil's birthday. Phew! 
So many babies are conceived around Christmas and New Years. 

Just ask any labor and delivery nurse. 
Vergil and Jessie and the boys are actually going to be in St. Augustine with some old friends of theirs but I think we're going to have dinner on Friday night for Owen and then take a boat ride on Saturday for Lily. This is the plan. At this point. 

Good Lord! Look at the time! I have GOT to get in that kitchen to cook our supper. Lane snapper, stewed tomatoes, perhaps a baked potato, and some coleslaw? Maybe? That'll do, right? 
I think so. 

It's been a good Sunday with lots of sweetness and more seeds in the ground. 

I'll take it. 

Love...Ms. Moon