Our good friend, Shirley, is out of town.
Visiting with her son and his family.
She has been enjoying her time down south in the warmth and sun as her/our part of the world grows steadily cooler.
Yesterday was a warm, fall day. Perfect for an outing to the park with two of her granddaughters.
All went well.
The hike there.
Playing on the equipment.
The girls were especially enjoying the long slide.
Grandma was performing her grandmother duties.
It was then the girls proposed something a little more pro-active for their beloved grandparent.
Upping the ante. So to speak.
And with much coaxing, they succeeded.
Soon, Shirley was perched atop the slide, ready to
slide ride hurtle to the bottom.
She took a deep breath . . .
Just then, Youngest Granddaughter turned to her older sister and asked, “If Grandma dies, do you know the way home?”
Playing at the park.
Not for everyone.
Watch for flying grandmothers.