Friday afternoon Gramme and Lucy and I took advantage of a break n the clouds to run off to smell roses at the Portland rose garden. It didn't turn out to be much of a break in the rain, but no matter; Lucy came prepared with rain boots and we jumped in the puddles when it started to drizzle and gathered some fallen blossoms in the not-crowded gardens.
When it started to rain hard, we found a fancy hiding place--a natural fort inside a large bank of trees edging the garden. It was dry with lots of headroom, tree branches for sitting, and sort of magical lighting, and Lucy immediately decided we were a family of skunks and she was our mother and that was our home.
The Royal Skunks, starring . . .
Lucy as . . . . . . . Queen Rosina
Mama as . . . . . . Cupcake Cake Princess Rose,
who loves to eat meat
Gramme as . . . . Honeysuckle Honey Princess Daze,
who loves to eat honey
And, in absentia . .
Daddy as . . . . . . King Applesauce,
the skunk king who went for a walk and got lost and thought he was just a regular human daddy ("that makes my heart laugh!")
Oscar as . . . . . . Prince Delicate
As we were driving home, Lucy talked to me and Gramme (her little daughters) about what it means to be a mama:
"Little daughters,
did you know that I will always be your mama? Even when you are a queen and you marry somebody, I will still be your mama. Even when I die, I will still be your mama."