The picture was perfect. Small child with auburn curls glinting in the sun, painting the rocks. The Mother, with blond hair, sitting on the grass helping the child. Both mother and child ten feet from the sea. It was picture perfect, and it is all in my minds eye, because I was sitting in an Adirondack chair watching the whole thing unfold.
Molly painted for almost two hours, carefully going from rock to rock. Finally Kate and Mary Frances arrived and helped with the painting but that soon ended the morning. It was another lovely day in the tradition of painting the rocks at our Western Head home.
Monday, July 9, 2012
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