There’s oodles to share and anxious grandparents waiting to see what we have managed to do with ourselves on this side of the Atlantic this summer. And so, fewer words and more photos to share our news…
I wanted to start the kids’ summer vacation with them volunteering at a refugee center but local, under-18 liability details interfered with my plans.
But we did spend a day in June cleaning the garden of the monastery at San Gregorio al Celio. The church dates back to 575 when Pope Gregory the Great built a monastery on the grounds of his family home. The kids scooped-up rotting oranges from under citrus trees and I went mano-a-mano with monstrous, weedy vines. It was an easy morning of labor and a good way to show the kids that outreach doesn’t have to be grandiose. Small tasks can transform a messy garden into a tidy space and this is reason enough to make the effort.
(You can read more about the garden project here: http://www.wantedinrome.com/news/2003283/rome-s-ecumenical-garden.html)
Eddie at San Gregorio.
Me, victorious over those pernicious vines.
Eddie resting in Pope Gregory the Great’s papal chair. (Which predates Christ…)
A bike ride on the Appia Antica.
Roman fireworks to mark the feast day of Saints Peter and Paul.
The boys, climbing a bamboo tower.
Sunset skies and the rising super moon – seen from a friend’s living room.
Water drip races. (Entertainment in the middle of a “boring” visit to the Baths of Caracalla.)
The botanical garden.
A visit from Rosie.
We traveled to England to visit friends in the Cotswolds:
My big boy in tweeds.
I hope my left-leaning, gun-control-supporting relatives forgive me for this one…..
Eddie caught a fish! And he held it like this…
…until daddy showed him how to shove it in the face of a lens to exaggerate the size.
With Judith on an evening walk.
Worthy of a screen shot.
Eddie and Oliver.
Big body, big heart, little boy who loves his sister.
With Judith and Gary at Sudely Castle.
Hiking to a pub in the next village.
A Cotswold sunset.
Eddie can’t sit still, even for a photo.
A perfect evening by the fire.
Olivia and Annabel – sisters, friends…together since they were 3 months old.
And finally – a longed-for visit to Cornwall:
Rock pools of my youth.
My running path along the cliffs… facing south.
…. facing north.
Crackington Haven Beach.
The boys loved this tidal pool in Bude.
Yes, I dared the frigid North Atlantic waters.
The tidal pool at high tide.
The tidal pool at sunset. (We spent a lot of time here…)
A cllif walk.
My cousin, Julia.
A cow’s life.
St. Gennys Church. My grandparents are buried here.
Narrow lanes, broad memories…
The path down the valley and to the beach.
It hasn’t changed in 40 years.
Alfred, my step-grandfather. He’s 96 years old – sharp, funny, and independent.