
The water was as smooth as glass so was the perfect mirror for this fine lady to use while trying on her new red dress.
Smudge was quite impressed and so was I.
Pour yourself a fresh hot cup of tea, that delicious brew from the old Brown Betty teapot, and join me for a relaxing chat.

Pretty huh?
She is getting to be quite the hambone though. She sees me with the camera and starts to ham it up.


And, you will notice we did it all sans coats. Yahoo!
Not much colour at the park yet, but that will change in the next couple of weeks I am sure.
The geese are very active down by the water's edge and are getting their flight plans all figured out.
We enjoyed listening to their chatter while we lunched near by.
Afternoon walks are different though. Smudge actually gets to walk, and Grandma or Grandpa get to trail behind to hedge her in, lift her over curbs, steer her out of puddles, away from dogs, off the road, around thistles, and out of the path of whatever other trouble she might get into. And believe you me, she finds plenty! I love it though. She studies the gravel, feels the grass, touches the sidewalk, thumps the metal mailboxes, pats the tree trunks, admires flowers and weeds alike, stops to listen to birds, lawnmowers, cars, trucks, school buses, garbage trucks and anything else that makes the slightest noise, looks directly at any and every person who passes by, woofs at every dog she sees or maybe only hears, and delights in every breeze that ruffles her hair. What a treat to walk with her.
I happened to be cooking muffins on this day, and she watched every minute tick by on the timer. As much as she loves to watch Elmo, he doesn't hold a candle to the oven and stove timer. Strange fascination indeed.
She didn't even take time to remove her hat when we arrived. She went right over to the first play table and made friends right away.
She and her new friend met up in a couple of the play areas throughout the morning and seemed to have fun playing together. Here they are in the Doll House section. I think Smudge is making dinner while Lance checks out the appetizer.

Next stop was the Dress-up area. She quite liked this Viking hat.
Oh boy, the painting table. Let's see what it feels like to get my hands in this paint. Maybe a taste is in order too. I don't think you would like the taste of that paint Smudge. It is a mixture of shaving cream and paint. Yuck!
She was one tired baby when we got home from her first day at Playschool. Grandma was tired too as I followed her up and down and round and round and round.
AC will post about our busy day on Saturday, so be sure to check out his blog later today. Pressure systems changing and the tail end of a hurricane sweeping through our area left me with a pounding headache for the last couple of days, so not much time was spent at the old laptop.
As mother's and grandmother's we have to watch our step don't we. Little ones take everything in, and follow close behind; learning, learning, learning.
Wonderful, glorious, marvelous September is here, and almost every day we enjoy a walk to the park at the end of the street. The geese are busy on the water and overhead, the bugs seem to have packed it in for the season, and the trees are starting to put on their colourful party dresses.
I love - wonderful, glorious, marvelous September. I think Smudge does too.
The mothers of the brides relaxing in the limo, and toasting each other on a successful surprise. What fun.
Waiting for dinner to be served.

Then it was time for a break out on the balcony to cool off a bit.
Ah, almost midnight, time for one more dance...
Then it was back to the limo for the ride home.
On the night of the wedding reception, after a few glasses of wine, and all dressed in my party finery, I went for a walk outside the tent to take in the cool night air. I wandered over to a dark corner of the yard, and yep, I fell kerplop in this hole. I didn't do it daintily either. I dipped my right foot in, slipped down the edge, tried to catch my balance, over corrected, nosed forward, rolled over and ended up on my back staring up at the stars. AC was walking beside me and didn't know what the heck was happening when I dipped out of sight. He tried to grab me, but each time he tried, I lurched off in another direction, and both of us ended up doing this rather hilarious dance. If I had seen me fall I would have been doubled over in gales of laughter I am sure. To his credit, AC didn't laugh at all. I sure did though.
...thought it was the cat's _ _ _
AC wrote a blog about our magical afternoons and evenings spent in the Playner Mill, but I thought I would post a couple of pictures I took of the view too.
I can't begin to describe the beauty to be seen from every window.
The breezes blew in, but the bugs had to stay out! Oh joy!