|"This is the biggest sand pile I have ever seen."|
I am not sure which was used most: the trampoline, or the dirt pile under it, or the dirt under the pine trees just south of the trampoline.
Years later when the trampoline was gone and the pine trees were cut down, I was raking to get grass seeded in that spot. Every time the pitchfork went into the earth to turn it over, I would find a new treasure. That earth was my first archeological dig. I found tiny cars, the wheels now rusted away, red legos filled with sand and best of all, I discovered where all of my missing teaspoons had been laid to rest.
|"I wonder why my dad didn't come with us."|
Now another generation is playing in that back yard.
The fence is down between the two houses, the purple lilac bushes that rimmed one of the lots are gone.
Grass has been laid again. So far the yard belongs to Michael since Alice is only beginning to pull herself along the floor.
|"Look! You can get some toys and play here too."|
This week Richard showed Michael how to get into my house.
The back doorknob has been changed for the better.
Now it has a lever mechanism.
All the better for someone with arthritis to open the door.
And there is also ease for a 2 ½ year old to come and visit if his dad has shown him how to get in on his own.
Now I hear Micheal open the door and call into the house, “Want to come out and play sand, Grandma.”
|... baby blue-eyed Alice ...|
Soon I will be playing under that clump birch as he is already doing.