All the Chickies Home to Roost

This week started and finished wonderfully.  Temperatures in the early days of the week were in the 80's with low humidity.  We were privileged to spend a few days with friends at their beautiful home on the lake about an hour away.  One highlight of the trip was a relaxing evening boat ride.  Although we saw lots of wildlife, the most exciting by far was a bald eagle in flight.  It was so graceful, it's no wonder he was chosen as our national symbol. 
    
Today has also been a great day!  Our son, daughter-in-law, and youngest grandson came for a short surprise visit last night from out of state.  Our oldest son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter and grandson, who live about 30 minutes away, came to visit, today.  When all the chickies are home to roost, mama hen is content.   


I loved having a noisy house full of children playing with balls, trains, trucks, and cars.  Even our big, black dog was excited to have everyone home.  He loves children as much as he loves food (and that's saying a lot).  He didn't even have to go to his bowl today, he was hand-fed by a one year old.  Oh my, he is going to be spoiled!

The house is quiet now.  Half the family has gone home, and the other half is off to bed.  The littlest prince is sleeping on a stack of comfy quilts and comforters...softer than any mattress.  Opie Taylor would call that "adventure sleeping".

In the den, next to me, lies the big, black dog.  He's on his back, feet pointed toward heaven, jowls drooping, canines gleaming.  He looks ferocious in this position, although he wouldn't hurt a fly.  I've never seen a gentler dog, one who carefully takes each bite of kibble from the tiny fingers of the littlest prince.

Time for this worn-out Laney to follow the leaders and head for bed.  Days and weeks like this can best be described by the poet, Browning:  "God's in His heaven, and all's right with the world". 

Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney