a window opened, to journal
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The threatening rain clouds held off for Charlotte's Ballet Garden Performance.
Behind the charming old train depot, under stately oak trees, beside a bright red caboose
our little blue-skirted ballerina danced prettily.
Witt and Claire joined us on the blankets
And brought fresh-cut roses from the garden, tied with white satin ribbons
I enjoy these things that life are made of.
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