So many changes since the last time we were here. The Girl was younger than the Boy, less than half his age, and the Boy, of course, was not even a thought yet — at least not a thought in our minds.
The house of course hasn’t changed.
It hasn’t changed since before the Civil War, with wrought iron fencing surrounding two magnolias from the same era.
The magnolias certainly haven’t grown as much in the intervening years as the Girl has grown. The last time we were here, with Dziadek, we took the Girl through the house tour in our arms.
Today, it’s the Boy’s turn, only he doesn’t want to go on any quiet tours. He and I head out into the surrounding area, looking for sticks — the Boy’s newest obsession — and pass the time while the girls explore the house.
After the tour, we take some portraits,
L and K dance a bit,
then L finds a tree to climb while the Boy continues looking for sticks.
Six years, many more changes. How different will we all be the next time we visit the plantation?