How better to spend twilight than walking by the River Suir with my boy and his dogs.
Yes, he may be twenty-one but to me and the dogs, he’s still himself.

How better to spend twilight than walking by the River Suir with my boy and his dogs.
Yes, he may be twenty-one but to me and the dogs, he’s still himself.
You are so lucky , bless you long may it stay that way! 🙂 ❤
I know and I hope so too. xxx
You will be I just know it ! xxxx
Can only hope!
Beautiful, Jean
Thanks very much, Joan
So lovely and peaceful. And you don’t know how much I needed a dose of peaceful – here, I’m still in chaos-of-the-house and feeling overwhelmed, so thank you!
Oh I’m glad this helped.
Make a mad dash OUT of the house when the overwhelm comes along. That’s my approach anyway ~ hence the mega mess, I suppose!
What a gorgeous line, Jean. “To me and the dogs, he’s still himself”. Poetry!
Sure he’s the apple of my eye and brings out the poetry in me ~ when he’s ‘good.’
I can only see the angelic side of Stanny I’m afraid, Jean. Sorry 😉
We’re at cross purposes here. I was writing about my human son here.
Of course Stanny is angelic all the time!!
I’m sure there’s only an angelic side to both of them!
My boys may be middle aged men, but to me they’re still my boys.
I think kids are always kids to their parents!