Wooden paths and bridges lead to trout pools lovingly tended by ghosts. A thick layer of moss covers every surface, absorbing our words and footfalls. In a neighboring yard, a woman hangs her laundry on the line. We float past her unnoticed. ...
The succulents on our front steps look so beautiful after the rain.
Our neighbors have an awesome deck, a welcoming firepit, and a killer fashion sense.
“Before beginning a hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it.” – Winnie the Pooh Things here are still brown and gray, so we hearty Northern types have to hunt for Colour in March. We found a marble, played Pooh Sticks, collected rocks, and endured A Perilous Crossing. I think five is my favorite age.
She walked out of the gray woods holding this pot. She found wild snow drops under a shaggy mat of brown. She freed them from leaf bones and dried tangles, then plopped them, dirt and all, into discarded plastic. Now the pot sits on our front steps and makes Mama happy.
A cold Sunday afternoon with friends. We caught some serious air on the jumps, Jack. We sledded until dark, and then fifty percent of our family fell asleep in the car on the way home.
I hung this windsock off of our back deck months ago, on a late summer afternoon, right before a family barbecue. I couldn’t have known then how much it would brighten up a very gray day in December.
Cedar Bay Park December 1, 2008 ~2:45 PM 44°F Heavy clouds coming in; light layer of ice on the canal; the man sitting on a picnic table just over my left shoulder is smoking a cigarette and wondering why we’re there. Actually, we were looking for our first letterbox and after three previous attempts and not one stamp to show for it, we didn’t care one bit if the guy watched our every move. We found the box, stamped our guts out, noisily re-hid it and left. From the highway I spotted the smoking guy poking around the hiding place, trying to figure it all out. I guess we’re bad letterboxers.
three miles around the lakes cold noses and toeses then hot fire and hot cocoas waiting for the snow love to you on this sleepy friday afternoon