We began the heart aching process of sorting through and cleaning out my Nanny's house this past weekend.
There were many meatballs made on this stove.
This is the slate my Papa laid. I always loved the tiny red piece of slate nestled among the other larger gray toned ones. I used to play a game where I was only allowed to walk on the red stones, and this little one forced me to balance on the toes of one foot.
Some of my Nanny's beautiful purses.
Then the winds shifted and we returned home for Chick's ballet performance. She was a graceful baby bird in a little segment of Peter and The Wolf (appropriately re-titled Penelope in The Meadow due to the lack of Peter and a wolf).
We are expecting hot and steamy days tomorrow and the next. I think it is time for a batch of my favorite lemonade
and the backyard sprinkler.