#5 The Beauty of old Age

5 The Beauty of Being Old

What a lovely morning it was yesterday! Blue sky with layerings of tumoultuos clouds and all sorts of cute fluffy ones, with plenty of room for the sun to shine through.

Many of the Nechako Valley hayfields were still green and growing, with a goodly crop of round bales from the first cut.

Round bales always remind me of Nabisco Shredded Wheat breakfast cereal. Mom used to buy it because it was healthful. We kids pretended we liked it because of the printed pieces of heavy paper inserted between the layers. These contained directions on how to cut and fold the paper into furniture or buildings. I still recall choking down those bales of what tasted like straw or hay. Milk or water softened it a bit and sugar did made it palpable.

Most of us born in the 30s and 40s no longer need to be bored throughout our senior years. There is a store in the Spruceland district of Prince George that is loaded with model kits to make mini versions of almost everything imaginable. There are several aisles devoted to making replicas of World War Two airbombers and tanks, several of which which my husband George has already completed.

I’ve been helping him put together the miniature parts of a sailing vessel that was the “top gun” in a military fleet from a couple of centuries ago. Beautiful ship with tiny guns sticking out on both sides of the helm.

On the way home from Prince George we could hear loud thunderings with forks of lightening. Sure enough the tumoultuous clouds from the morning were back overhead and they were opening up with huge torrents of rain.

Rain was what we’ve all been hoping for to put the forest fires out!