Sunday, August 2, 2015

The time, how she do fly

Time flies, whether you’re having fun or not.


Just about twenty or so years ago right out in front of this house in which I now sit, and which my husband and I are about to vacate, I took this photo of this little guy (my nephew) who was visiting from California, along with his Mom (my sis) just as they had put some pennies on the railroad track so that the train would squish them into little copper pancakes.

Two weeks from today that very same although now not-so-little guy, all grown up, and his beautiful fiancée will be married.

Congratulations, Scott & Julie!

1 comment:

Roxanne Steed said...

glad I had swallowed my coffee! I was laughing hard, too!!! Love that quote, "The time, how she do fly"....(makes me miss my southern roots). This kitty's new owner will be tickled pink!!!