Today, Jilda wanted a BBQ salad from Green Top BBQ. I hustled down there around 5 p.m. and we drove into the driveway as if we had synchronized our schedules.
After dinner, as I sat down to write, I realized that I hadn't fed the deer, so I took a scoop of corn out to the field.
It rained a few minutes before sunset, but when I went out tonight, the stars were out like diamonds on black velvet. As I walked under the apple tree, a drop of rain that had been clinging to a leaf dropped and hit me squarely in my right eye.
I smiled because it reminded me of something we taught our great nephew Jordan last week when it rained.
We had gone for a walk after the rain, and he walked with us. When we came to a small dogwood tree, I reached over and shook the tree, and the drops clinging to the leaves drenched him.
He squealed with delight, but then there was a barrage of questions about where the water came from, why it was still on the trees, and on and on.
He stays with us a couple days a week and I we cram a lot of stuff in those two days. When he ask questions, I do my best to give him an answer he can grasp. It's amazing to me how much he seems to understand.
A few week ago we came upon a leaf that appeared to be suspended in mid air in front of us.
I spent a great deal of time explaining spiders, spider webs, and how the leaf came to be trapped in the web.
Yesterday, we came upon another leaf dangling in the invisible web. I acted like I was mystified. When I asked him why the leaf was hanging like that, he said "pider web", then whacked it with the walking stick I carved for him. I had to smile.
I found further evidence that he was picking up information when his mom came over and casually asked, "who taught him how to shake a bush after it rains? I had to blow dry my hair after he played that trick on me." I laughed out loud, but she failed to see the humor in it.