Going into the fourth day without power except for that provided by the tractor running very loudly right outside the front door (and watching as the diesel delivery truck pulls away from the farm - chaCHING!) the kids and I decided to head to the beach. No sooner did I spread out the blanket and head down to the water than - snap - camera battery dead. Think I have a spare? Nope. Think I could plan ahead and charge my one battery up before taking the kids to the beach on a beautiful day? Nope. Well, I could blame that on the sporadic availability of electricity at home. Anyway, I took one shot today.
But, AHAH!, I just so happened to take photos at our little local beach almost one month ago to the day. Less water in the pond back in July, but otherwise, all was the same. Same outfit. Same spot. Same trucks.
Same impish grin.
Same water lilies blooming away in the marsh just beyond the docks.
And the same sweet baby girl with a slightly frustrated face, dreaming of her escape from the carrier to run and jump and splash like her brother.
But of course one month has passed since I took these photographs. Greta has learned to roll both ways, makes a very distinct MAMA sound, and is just beginning to push up to her knees. Before long, she will be running alongside her brother. And even in the space of just one month, Thatcher seems to be a tiny bit taller, less round in the face... By the time we arrived home, the power had been restored. The battery went straight in the charger. Have I ordered a spare? I'll get around to that tomorrow.