The picture on yesterday’s post was taken on Lux’s first visit to England and our house.
I wasn’t thinking of her when I wrote the post. I needed a photo to go with the quote and I looked through my photo collection for a November picture and that one came up. Another was alongside it that I liked, but Lux isn’t smiling. Still my face seems to express a deep but fleeting joy, and I like it because of that. So here it is, mucky apron and all:
and here is a blurry one from way back – when Tate was born, and I didn’t know how fab it is to be a gran:
but I was surprised by joy.