This weekend it was Celia’s turn to visit Nana at the farm. She and her mom came down on Saturday. Carrie said it was fantastic to get away from the cicadas who are so loud at her house that the family can’t stand to be outside. Very quiet here, no cicadas just frogs and crickets and whipoorwills and lightning bugs.
Celia sleeps in her mom’s old bedroom in the alcove bed which has a trundle underneath it for friends. One of those friends comes to visit this week-end. The carpet is soft with a thick pad and great for sitting and playing on.
Not sure why I seem to have no pictures of the many times over the week-end Carrie played the piano and the girls sang but I do have this video of a lyrics flub. Too cute! See it here if you like.
We take a hike in the woods and the girls “ride” a downed tree.
David and I had many trails on the land and I held spiritual retreats at the Solstices and Equinoxes each year. David made benches and set them out at various places on the trails for folks to sit in the quiet for contemplation. Over the years we’ve been gone, the leaves have covered the trails but the benches are still here. Obviously extremely well made.
Carrie, Celia and I happened on one by accident.
Celia is quite the story teller which is what is going on here.
I don’t remember the gist of it but it was fantastical no doubt by the look on her mom’s face.
Back at the farm on the front porch swing they look mighty sweet.
Next morning it’s time to get that pretty curly hair combed so we can see to do some puzzles on the big bookcase table in what we call the west porch.
Celia helps one of the Cabbage Patch Dolls play the piano while Nana and the other doll are cast as the audience. The photo is dark because of the big windows in the background..
Carrie took her professional flute with her when she moved to college but left the one she learned on which has both a curved and a straight neck. I should sell it but when she picks it up to play it for her audience of two, I’m glad I did not.
The Cabbage Patch twins go for a ride around the yard in the old wagon. Same wagon Colin was collecting sticks in on his visit.
Of course “the kids” have to go for a swing. I guess Carrie would be their grandma and I’d be their great grandma. Good grief!
Had to put this picture of a sulk in the blog lest it look like all was constantly moonlight and roses. Celia is a bit of the drama queen and I doubt any of us remembers what was so utterly awful but at the time . . . . Anyway, I thought this was hilarious but tried very hard not to laugh as I know it would not have been appreciated. Some years from now she’ll think it’s funny too.
Carrie met Allegra Deucher in kindergarten and for several years she lived just down the country road from us and spent nights in that trundle bed. They went to school together until graduation from high school and have been friends since they were Celia’s age. It’s always wonderful when Allegra comes to visit. The 3 are playing some sort of Princess Dominoes.
And another round of Zingo. “The Babies” as Celia calls them have been cast aside.
Nana has never had a dishwasher. Didn’t want one. Having two members of the family washing/drying gives them quality time together to talk. The time goes by easily and the chore is quickly done.
We have a picture of Carrie and her dad in just this pose. Perhaps that’s why Carrie took this one. I didn’t know it until I saw it on my camera. Thanks Carrie!
Sadly all good things must come to an end and even though they have stayed over until Monday, Monday does come and we take our last hike together.
They finish off their time at the farm with some more piano playing and singing. Here are two short videos. One of Carrie and Celia at the piano singing Mary Had a Little Lamb and one I know Carrie will love of Celia and the dolls snuggled up singing on the couch as Carrie plays. The song is pitched a bit too high for Celia but she’s a trooper. Just click the highlighted phrases to see and hear them.
They gather their things all together and as always, I take no pictures of them leaving. Only of them arriving. But Carrie sent me this one when they stopped at her dad and my favorite ice cream store, Brusters, on the way home. I stop there on the way either to or from her house too and they never have Jamaican Me Crazy which was the favorite flavor of David and I. But this time they had it! How does she get so lucky?? And she didn’t even choose it but got black cherry instead. What is wrong with that girl?
I’ll be back on the road in just over a week on my way to Vermont so I won’t see them again for a while. I do feel lucky that there is Zoom and Facetime and email and digital pictures. I would have loved these to share with my mother when Carrie was Celia’s age.