Nana's Blues

Betsy and Madison left to go back to Chicago yesterday.

As they drove off, I noticed the empty blue swing in the oak tree swaying in the wind, as if it too was waving goodbye.

I spent the rest of the day watching terrible movies - "The Plague" and eating ice cream sandwiches.
Poor consolation...

Simba (the wild kitten that we found in the bushes) spent the day either purring as he laid on my neck - or biting my ankles.

Safe trip girls! I'm missing you already....

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. Alexander Theroux, 1981

Blessings ~