Thursday, September 06, 2012
The Tillercottage looks out over Mount Hope Bay, the north-eastern arm of Narragansett Bay.
On Wednesday evenings in the summer we can usually watch the yachts of Tiverton Yacht Club racing on the bay.
Last night there were no boats on the bay. Apparently summer is over. At least for some sailors.
But there was a fairly decent sunset.
Earlier in the day Tillerwoman and I had been babysitting our 2-year-old grandson Owen while his parents were at work.
Before putting him down for his afternoon nap, I "read" to him from a picture book which had all kinds of vehicles in it.
Diggers and firetrucks and motorcycles and garbage trucks. Stuff all little boys love.
There were also some boats. A racing yacht. A trawler. A tugboat.
I talked to Owen about each boat and what it was used for, and ended each description by saying, "And when you are at Granddad's house you can see boats like that on Mount Hope Bay."
Before I had finished he was sleepily repeating, "Mount Hope Bay. Mount Hope Bay."
I always think it's a big breakthrough when each of the grandkids learns to add "Mount Hope Bay" to his or her vocabulary.
Then I sang Wheels on the Bus and rubbed his back as Owen drifted off to sleep to dream of tugboats and trawlers and racing yachts.
Life is good.