So I came downstairs Sunday morning to this collection of shoes by the front door. I love that sight -- really takes me back to the child/teen-rearing years when the kids would have their friends over and there'd be a barricade of shoes by the door.
Into the kitchen to make my tea, and I looked outside to another sight that made me happy,
Pater chatting with Daughter #3 and her BF in the rising sun (they get up surprisingly early since they've had their little dog -- good practise for you-know-what, not that I'm pushing for more grandchildren any time soon . . .)
Later in the morning, similar pose, different players (Daughter #1 and Son's GF). We made numerous errors in building/renovating our house, but the front deck and stairs we got just right. They were designed to get as much casual seating out of the stairs as possible, to accommodate chatting while view-watching, and they're brilliant for that as well as for enjoying a solitary morning coffee.
We're also pleased with how many little nooks there are for sitting away from the crowds -- and Pater likes moving around the yard through the day depending on which combo of sun and shade he wants.
And there's always room to spread out on the beach. Either for tide pool adventures -- imagine having all these aunts and uncles to turn over rocks on your command so that crabs might scuttle forth. . . what bliss for Nola!
Although perhaps you'd just as soon stay inside and practise your stair-climbing . . . .
We've had such fun. Son and GF left yesterday, the rest of the crew departs today. Pater and I will be having a long nap and observing a prolonged and contented silence thereafter.