Today is an overcast and muddy day.

It certainly reminds me of the many muddy days we spent at Baisley Park. I remember, with fondness the glistening eyes of my baby brother running into my arms and full of mud, with a froggypoo in hand. Dirty days they were. I learned much about the happenings of the wildlife in Baisley park, through the eyes of the nature boy that God had blessed us with. Many days I just knocked him on the ground, just to exercise my loving authority, as I saw it. My favorite memory was that of the St. Bernard dog that caught Abby, between the trees, just outside the baseball diamond and the tennis area. We were on a hill, horrified and sure that we were about to see our baby devoured by that huge beast, only to see the dog, lovingly showering him with salivation. We showered him, thusly ourselves, I am sure. Grandma Delaphena always warned us and Grandma Ruth, to stop kissing those boys. We didn't listen and now, I am glad that we didn't. I have many a treasured memory of kissing my baby brother.