Amanda, one of my daughters-in-law has been encouraging me to begin a blog--so here is my effort at journaling in cyber-space. I'll let you know how I like it. She keeps telling me, "the computer is your friend, the computer is your friend". We'll see. Welcome to the first compound quarterly and thanks, Amanda, for setting me up!
The compound is a lovely,lively, loud place filled with dogs and children, not necessarily in that order --and shouting adults attempting to control the dogs and children, not necessarily with much success.
"The compound" is what the children affectionately call the piece of acreage we live on here in Williamsburg. When you drive down the long dirt road to the little white house in the back of the field you are officially on the compound. Laura (the middle daughter), says it is the coolest spot anywhere on a sweltering hot day. She's right, that dirt road comes in kind of handy, no asphalt or sidewalks to reflect the heat--we live with lots of trees with fields in front of us to catch the breezes.
The deer love it here--it's a safe haven for them and we sometimes have twenty or more just standing around in the late afternoon, unafraid.
We are six adult children and their spouses, seventeen grandchildren, two grandparents (Robert and myself, that sounds so odd), two great grandparents, a niece and nephew who visit pretty often, two pygmy goats who think they are dogs, ten chickens (six Brussels, three Dominickers, one Buff Orpington) three pearl guineas, eight lavendar guineas, four actual dogs, one black and tan, one beagle, one golden lab, one mean little Shih-Tzu(unless you are under 10, then she loves you) and three cats who are the ones really in charge, as anyone who has cats knows.
All of these people do not live on the compound at this time, though all have at one time or another. We recently lost Robert's father, he was born on the 4th of July and died on Memorial Day at nearly 82 years old and we miss him very much. He would love that it is such a full-of-life place--he was a busy person and this is a very busy place--except sometimes on a Sunday evening when you can sit in the back yard and listen to the owls down on the creek and watch the lightning bugs dance in the edge of the trees--then some of the children come down the lane for a walk or just to visit and run around a bit and call to us in high pitched voices--then it's a little slice of heaven.
The compound is a lovely,lively, loud place filled with dogs and children, not necessarily in that order --and shouting adults attempting to control the dogs and children, not necessarily with much success.
"The compound" is what the children affectionately call the piece of acreage we live on here in Williamsburg. When you drive down the long dirt road to the little white house in the back of the field you are officially on the compound. Laura (the middle daughter), says it is the coolest spot anywhere on a sweltering hot day. She's right, that dirt road comes in kind of handy, no asphalt or sidewalks to reflect the heat--we live with lots of trees with fields in front of us to catch the breezes.
The deer love it here--it's a safe haven for them and we sometimes have twenty or more just standing around in the late afternoon, unafraid.
We are six adult children and their spouses, seventeen grandchildren, two grandparents (Robert and myself, that sounds so odd), two great grandparents, a niece and nephew who visit pretty often, two pygmy goats who think they are dogs, ten chickens (six Brussels, three Dominickers, one Buff Orpington) three pearl guineas, eight lavendar guineas, four actual dogs, one black and tan, one beagle, one golden lab, one mean little Shih-Tzu(unless you are under 10, then she loves you) and three cats who are the ones really in charge, as anyone who has cats knows.
All of these people do not live on the compound at this time, though all have at one time or another. We recently lost Robert's father, he was born on the 4th of July and died on Memorial Day at nearly 82 years old and we miss him very much. He would love that it is such a full-of-life place--he was a busy person and this is a very busy place--except sometimes on a Sunday evening when you can sit in the back yard and listen to the owls down on the creek and watch the lightning bugs dance in the edge of the trees--then some of the children come down the lane for a walk or just to visit and run around a bit and call to us in high pitched voices--then it's a little slice of heaven.
Well, that made me laugh and cry!! Why haven't you been doing this before? You are a writer.
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