First snow

Amanda sent this picture of Nova and Maya out in their backyard, checking out the first winter snow. Parts of Eastern Washington and the Cascade mountains got a nice dumping of snow this weekend, but just rain down here in the lowlands.  Thanksgiving week looks mostly wet, but no travel plans for us this year, which feels kind of nice.  The "Private Selection" turkey is defrosting in the fridge. 

This little poem about grandchildren was posted on the Writer's Almanac website a few weeks ago.  Sweet and true...if only we could pause the clock now and then.

Grandchildren
by Olivia Stiffler

They disappear with friends
near age 11. We lose them
to baseball and tennis, garage
bands, slumber parties, stages
where they rehearse for the future,
ripen in a tangle of love knots.
With our artificial knees and hips
we move into the back seats
of their lives, obscure as dust
behind our wrinkles, and sigh
as we add the loss of them
to our growing list of the missing.

Sometimes they come back,
carting memories of sugar cookies
and sandy beaches, memories of how
we sided with them in their wars
with parents, sided with them
even as they slid out of our laps
into the arms of others.

Sometimes they come back
and hold onto our hands
as if they were the thin strings
of helium balloons
about to drift off.