Macro Monday

Please forgive my absence in reading/liking/commenting on all of your posts. I have traveled with the local branch of my family (older daughter, son-in-law and two grandkids) three times in six weeks, and I’m still completely and utterly exhausted. We were away a total of a week and a half, all those trips added together. They were absolutely grand, but that’s more travel than I’ve done in over 4 years, and I’m having trouble recovering. I’d do all of it again in a heartbeat (and almost certainly will), but during this recovery period I’m having difficulty doing much of anything beyond keeping up with posting and the necessary tasks of life. I will get back to regular reading of blogs eventually, but in the meantime, know that you all are most definitely not forgotten.

Here is my post for Macro Monday with the hope that you all will find beauty in it. It is from the weekend that I rented the macro lens, and is a photo of some budding flowers of one of the Coleus plants on my balcony. Enjoy. 🙂

❤ Hannah

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Hannah Keene 2019

 

A Boy and His (Shared) Dog

I am finding myself somewhat nostalgic and sad lately. The daylight is beginning to fade sooner and sooner, and while fall is usually my favorite season, September 2 marked the first year anniversary of my husband’s death. So I have been looking through family pictures of late, and went searching for these, as they are among my favorites of the past year – the first year without my husband of 44 years. While the post itself is far longer than six words, the title is exactly six, so I hope I can still use the Six Word Saturday hashtag.

I have written before about the fact that my good friends, Martha and Arthur, and I share our two dogs. Theirs is Teddy the Labradoodle and mine is Zoë the Miniature Schnauzer. When my husband and I returned to Northern California three and a half years ago and moved into our retirement community (St. Paul’s Towers), the grandkids were just 1 and 3½. Teddy was bigger than the 1 year old, obviously, but he was also awfully big for the 3½ year old. About a year ago, when they were 3 and almost 6, the two of them decided that it was time for them to start walking the dogs instead of just accompanying me when I walked them. So they became the walkers, and I became the accompanying and supervising person. The 3 year old was still rather scared of Teddy, but was comfortable walking Zoë. The almost 6 year was adamant that he wanted to walk Teddy by himself, without me holding on to the leash. Here is the result: he walking confidently on ahead with Teddy last February, when he was fully 6+ a few months. My granddaughter, Zoë, and I are lagging behind, in a perfect position to capture a photo.

Walking the Dog at Twilight

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Images: Hannah Keene 2019

Posted for Six Word Saturday. Well, at least there’s exactly six words in the title. 😉