Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow,
The cow’s in the corn.
But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He’s under a haystack,
My grandson was playing in the yard while I watered my flowers this past weekend. I love when he comes over and rides his bike or plays with the neighbor kids. Hearing them laugh and converse as children will always take me back to when my girls were young.
After a bit, I heard silence and went looking for him. I found him in the big wooden box “Fort” having some quiet time by himself. I snapped this picture before he knew I was there and disturbed his peace.
Little Boy Blue started to run through my mind when I saw him sitting there so still and quiet. He is a wonderful little boy that warms my heart at first glance each and every time we see one another.
The world is a better place because of my Little Boy Blue, I hope everyone could know such a love as this one.