Pictures of our two great-grandsons, from last year.
(Which is a blink of the eye for us, half a lifetime ago for these little ones.)
It's fun the way having little ones in the family again brings back great memories. My Dad read this classic aloud to me and I read it to our kids (including the Grandmother of these two shadow-casters). Even in this computerized age, I'm pretty sure toddlers wonder about shadows. And great-grandmothers (and other bloggers) are still fascinated by them!
My Shadow (from "A Child's Garden of Verses)
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
