It's been raining here for the last couple days, so when it cleared up briefly, this morning, I went out to bring in some more firewood, only this time I had a helper. After delivering a wheelbarrel load to the studio and the living room, I came back out to discover my grandson Fenton posing exactly as he is here with his trusty red shovel.
I know you are not going to believe this, but I didn't pose this at all. I will say I couldn't believe he held the pose long enough for me to get out my phone and capture this scene, but he did.
Here's a shot of his big sister, Harper, on a walk up Morningstar on Christmas day:
They call our neighborhood "Cactusland" and all four grandkids call me Grandpa Ha ha. It was Weston who christened me with the name because every time I would see him I would lean forward and let out two quick bursts of laughter, Ha! Ha! and after a couple visits like this, when his mother Deena asked Weston who I was he said—dead serious— "He's Grandpa Ha ha."
Hangin' With The Ha Ha
As a grandparent, I often think about all the things I want to teach these little boogers so they don't end up like their parents, or worse, their grandparents. Certain trends and cycles make themselves apparent when you hit your eighth decade and, well, Grandpa Ha ha has some news for them. I guess I was inspired by a book I'm reading.
"Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through a life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed."
—Paulette Jiles, "News of The World"