Saturday, July 13th, 219

I  have been wandering the threads of the internet...

threads that connect me to people whom I have never met

and yet they seem like old friends

whose day by day, week by week or month by month blogs

I have been following for such a long time

that the writer's have gathered me into their circle of friends, -

and I them  -  albeit the friendships are somewhat restricted

in that we don't have tea and biscuits together!!!

The evening has cooled off quite nicely.

The last few days have been close and muggy

and in the afternoon I have closed the doors and turned the air on.

Tonight there is a bit of a breeze and the fresh night air is delightful.

This wonderful fresh night air

also blew my youngest son in to visit,

ad as always I was glad to see him, and had two questions

stored up to ask him.

 I am still reading Robert McFarlane's "Underland"

and finding it quite fascinating.

He is writing, amongst other things,

about caves, and about underground waterways,

both of which stirred my interest

and I was looking for confirmation of what

I remember about an icy cave on the far side of the valley,

up near the top of the mountain -  

one that Charles told me about, but it was only hearsay with him, too.

And I wanted to talk to our son about our early

years on the farm, when there was a waterfall

a little way up the hill above our acreage

and a stream that ran down the edge of the 

neighbouring veteran's land

which disappeared and ran underground for some time

before it reappeared and slid uder the culvert 

at the road edge.

Small boys  are more inclined to hear about such things

than are busy mothers with six children...

or at least they are a bit more intimate with 

the valley's land and waterways.

I did once visit the waterfall, and also the big flat rock

at the top of the adjoining hay field

where the children used to take sandwiches and cookies

for lunch.

There was a cave they used to tell me about,

just above our farm near the top of the hill,

but I didn't ever worm my way into it, -

It appears I led a very sheltered life.....

but what can you expect from a mother

with six wandering children!!

I enjoyed our visit - and now it is time to gather

up the dog and cat, give out bedtime treats

and lock the doors.

Bed beckons, with a sweet night's sleep