The last of our summer visitors depart and the house falls still. I can wake up gradually, slowly sipping my tea in bed rather than being on call the split-second I open my eyes and I no longer have to grab a nightie and cover up before one of the little grandchildren bursts into the bedroom. When I go for a run, glistening veils of dew spangle the fields and the tall spikes of fireweed are cloaked with clouds of feathery seed. There’s a melancholic sense of autumn in the cool morning air, but my head and heart are too full of all the memories we’ve made this summer to feel sad.
We started early with a long-overdue visit to Canada to spend time with my elder stepson, his wife and their son, (our one and only - so far - grandson) who made their home in Alberta five years ago. We began with some sightseeing, flying out to Vancouver and driving through the Rockies before meeting up with Gill, Dan and Harry. It was precious time and we’re so grateful to them for their generous hospitality.
Our other three children and their families have all made the long trip to west Wales to stay with us (not all at once - the house would burst at the seams). Our five granddaughters range in age from four years to seven months and I love seeing their emerging and very different personalities. Between them, they’ve bossed me about mercilessly, screamed blue murder, picked my house plants, had accidents (“tiny wee, Nana, tiny”) and ‘helped’ with the cooking, but, gosh, do they make me laugh!
Ma’s been to stay too, which was great fun and we’ve also found time to catch up with old friends. Throw in several races for me and, in Tom’s case, a 100 mile bike ride and it’s made one busy, happy and thoroughly memorable summer.
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