Friday, April 08, 2016

Grannyhood


It's always a pleasure to take the little ones to the Botanics. Here, they're using fallen rhododendron flowers as finger hats, in the age-old children-at-Botanics tradition. (How long will it be before Grandson becomes too sophisticated for such outings with Granny? Don't grow up, little N!)

They admire the daffodils. At least, Granddaughter does. I think Grandson had spotted a distant tractor.



This is in the little memorial hut put up in memory of the Queen Mother.



Back here, Grandson makes road layouts as usual. Then he took my photo. Not perhaps my most flattering angle but it's at least fairly soft-focus.



9 comments:

  1. Hi Granny!!! Waving Madly!!! It's nice to see YOU! And thank you so much for taking me to the Botanics too -- 'cause now I can imagine just where the children are -- especially on that little bench in the memorial!

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  2. You can really see how long-leggedy and tall N is getting here. I think he's had a spurt recently.

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  3. Will you stop looking for sorrow, Miss Isabelle, and keep on enjoying them, long time before Little N doesn't want to go places with his granny! My HUGE 18 year old in Philly actually calls us! Lovely, too short week in Oregon with the small cow persons......😢

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  4. I would love to be a granny, but it's not looking promising. You have gorgeous eyes; I wish mine were bigger and NOT brown. :)

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  5. He is looking heaps taller! School must be just around the corner ... and I'm sure he will appreciate his granny even more as he gets into the big wide scary world :)

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  6. Another gorgeous banner pic and lovely grandchildren as usual. They seem to like each other which is nice. Lxx

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  7. It is good to see you, it doesn't happen often. At least you still have lips, mine seem to have disappeared, making me look dismal and cranky - neither of which I am.

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  8. Lovely pictures. Your one daughter looks like you. Little N will need you for a long time. My husbands grandmother taught him to drive when he was 15. Isn't that a scary thought?! You have many adventures ahead with the little ones. Blessings, Patty Mc

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  9. He'll have a blog of his own before you know it!

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