Two of the six little grandangels came to the country house,
and there was much anticipation of another winter storm.
Maybe a little snow.
Maybe a little ice,
or not.
However, the sled was made ready.
They pulled and tugged and got it to the top of the little hill.
Big sister talked little brother into pulling her...
Even without snow.
He pulled and pulled,
and she returned the favor.
They practiced 'sledding'
and then off to walk the field road.
Rabbit hunting, actually...
Here bunny, bunny...
Look! Is that a rabbit track?
He heard a noise,
and thought for sure it was a bunny...
I love walking the old field road.
When I was a child,
my grandparents had cotton in all the surrounding fields.
So many memories linger,
as new memories are made.
A little boy stands looking out across the field...
I wonder what he is thinking,
and if he will remember walking the field road,
just as I did at his age.
Heading back to the country house,
he stops and takes great interest in Papa's rare 57..
Do all little boys love cars...old cars?
And grow into men who love cars?
Old cars?
And on to the tractor...
Just something about a red tractor.
Especially one with a scoop full of water.
Still looking for rabbits,
but not one rabbit did we see.
The afternoon is turning colder,
and the thoughts of chicken and dumplings cooking on the stove
cause us to think about returning to the house.
One last look for a rabbit...
But still no luck.
And one more look...
They thought for sure there was a rabbit in the field...
It was a nice walk,
and we return with a few rocks and sticks.
The sled is parked on the hill
awaiting the snow or ice
that may or may not come tonight.
There really is nothing better (in my book)
than grandangels spending time in the countryside,
making memories with Yaya and Papa
May your days be filled with blessings.
Yaya
