dinner bell was on the property. It has a beautiful patina and
marvelously mellow G-sharp tone that echos down through the
river bed. I used it quite often when the kids were young, scattered
hither and yon through the rocks and trees. But now that we are
empty nesters, it seldom rings. I am very fond of this old friend. It
symbolizes family, dinnertime around the table and the days when
our house was happily bustling with the dirty little feet of children
and animals. But don't get me wrong, I am finding the empty nest
quite comfortable! I will update you on the bat cave renovations soon.
youngest son swinging at the manor, 1990
One of the Family, Frederick Cotman, 1880
When he's late for dinner, I know he's either
having an affair or is lying dead in the street.
I always hope it's the street.