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
