Been in kind of a melancholy mood the last few days. This highchair is 65 years old. My mom gave it to me and my first born, Dennis, his first Christmas. He was six months old. It was used by every one of my five baby boys. Some time after Gil grew out of it the white plastic tray disappeared. It has been used for many things, especially a step stool when painting, wallpapering or reaching up high. For years I could sit in it, no long fit any more. It has been recovered so many times I've lost count. Different colors to match kitchen decor or just because it needed it. The last time it was recovered was just after we moved here. Also use chrome paint on the metal parts. Some how it just doesn't seem right it and I are still here when Dennis and John are already gone. But I will never give it away and will always keep it looking good.
I continue walking with my friends, we are walking later in the morning now - kind of waiting until it warms up some. This day it was sunny enough for the turtles to be out on the big rock.Maintenance people have been cleaning a lot of the reeds out of the ponds. Didn't realise this one was so big. And it continues back behind the reeds.
Up on the river the mallards are showing up. First only one pair, now there are about 10 pair.
Just some of them.



















