Thursday, October 2, 2008
Above is a picture of our creek. Seemingly unrelated, below is a picture of our daffodil field that I took back in March.
I know five people who are celebrating birthdays today, one of whom is my Baby Sister. You know, the one with the saucy comments who likes to put chewing gum and lipstick on my cups and glasses.
She no longer lives in Mathews, although we've been trying to entice her back here. She probably doesn't want to come back because she's afraid I will torture her with the battery-operated train that had a functioning headlight and an engineer whose head bobbled back and forth. I would turn that thing on and watch her run in absolute, sheer, utter terror. I laughed and laughed. I confess I am ashamed of myself for treating her that way, and I admit it was a horrible thing to do. But I sure had fun doing it.
When she was younger, Baby Sister's picture was in the local paper. She was picking daffodils with our grandfather, the daffodil farmer. It's one of my favorite pictures of her and him.
Baby Sis, for your birthday I give you a picture of the creek, and a picture of the daffodils. Both beckon you to return. And while I do still have that train, I promise I won't put any batteries in it.
Speaking of grandfathers and festive occasions, tomorrow I'm going to relay a short story about our great-grandfather, the blacksmith.
Happy Birthday Baby Sister and to my other friends celebrating birthdays today.