Monday, 14 September 2009
Last days of summer
Perhaps this is the last days of summer before fall takes over. We went to the summerhouse. Nature is content and silent. Otto had his first boatride. My grandfather turned 85 and we had dinner at a restaurant on the other island. When we all came back I caught him standing on the pier by himself, having a small moment. I wonder what it feels like to be 85 and have great grandchildren around and stand on a piece of land where you built everything yourself. He can be very content, wich I know he is. And we all love to be around.