This morning early-ish. Before it was too
crazy hot I was watching two of our short
ones while my grown girl was at an appointment.
Afterwards, when it was hot, we were in the driveway.
Short ones on scooters,bikes,wagons. One of my grown
girls neighbors was finishing up her morning walk. She
stopped to chat. The chat was on- went many a places-
foot issues-book clubs,she’s in 4, graduation parties,
small kitchens. I am forever amazed at the conversations
among women. To me, chatting it up with others is an
art. It’s alive, colorful, funny, info filled or whatever.
Life Art…
P.S. I am adding up my outside hours weekly.
I am going to start posting them again. I am also
keeping a book list that I plan to post here soon.
I did not challenge myself this year to a quanity,
instead I picked specific books I wanted to get read.
I finished My Antonia by Willa Cather last night.
I was sad for Jim in the end.
Anyway, the sweet potato is just that.
A sweet potato..
