Tuesday, October 12, 2010

pithy


Two seven-year old girls said it well in the backseat of my car today.

"Oh my goodness."

That is all I can claim considering my activity on this blog as of late.

 But such delicious days and gentle evenings we are having to be sure.


Buttered toast and hard-boiled egg for breakfast. There's no contest that the egg cups are keepers.


Saturday night grilling, wherewith, darkness creeps upon us like spilt ink.



School reviews and index cards, just another thing that carries clout around here.


Still getting accustomed to the wedding ring on his finger. Rose found some videos of herself when she was an infant, that made this one fourteen years old. Those visions of him at that age will not stop lingering in the corners of my mind.

I shall return tomorrow and give a breakfast combination that is quite satisfying. I have grown quite fond of it these days.

november as it looks now

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