Round and round

We have photographs in our albums of Michael taking a very young Melinda on the merry-go-round at Roger Williams Park in Providence. (It's always Michael on the rides: I get too dizzy.) Today "Poppop" took Caroline on her first carousel ride in the same park.


Caroline chose a big rabbit instead of a painted pony. And, yes, the bunny did go up and down. Whee!

Afterward, we strolled among beautiful flowering trees in the small Japanese garden. Geese sailed alongside us on the green canals. What a day! – temperatures in the 70s and a whisper of a breeze. When it bothers to show up, spring is almost unbearably lovely.

The sight of a small toddler clutching the hand of a great big dad or grandfather never fails to make me say, or at least think, "Awwwww." When it's your own granddaughter and husband, the sight is especially endearing.

Trust me: you really should click on this photo of Caroline to see it larger.

The last word goes to the incomparable Joni Mitchell, whose lyrics I have alluded to above:

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game.