Random and scattered and mostly prepping food.
Messy and wet and laundry on the line.
Giggles and pouts and thumbs up on the deck.
Always snacks.
And oh it’s a beautiful day
to catch some frogs.
It is.
Without two minutes to put two thoughts together.
Until Grandad
finds a way to let the little boys help him
hammer something.
And before,
when they were all eating breakfast,
and I stole away on flat water for a while.
A different way to be here.
Not serene but deeply good.
A deep knowing of generational goodness, this is.
A way to be together,
now.
Memories and legacies don’t happen
while you’re sitting down
apparently.
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