Or, maybe he sighed
Perhaps, he just rolled over ...
Whatever the reason, he granted pardon.
Dreams of Spring
Hatched into Summer
Sorting ensued
So did home repairs (well, kinda*)
Children and their mothers tilted faces upward
And smiled
A white plastic bag caught the ides of March early -- "A parachute," Haven shouted as he whipped it over head.
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*About the pot: Our handy neighbor Jimmer mentioned sometime back that we should "cover that hole" -- the one that's really a pipe sticking up in the yard; he said something about a sewer; something about sticks and leaves getting in it and how that's really, really bad.
So I went out that day with the only thing I could find -- a pot -- and plopped it on top. The short of it is I've always had a hankering to adorn the thing and finally did so today. Personally, I'm pleased with the result as I look at it as art and a valuable social message in one tidy little package -- oh, that and a thing to "cover that hole" with as well -- voila! Once again, thanks be to Jim -- him and a snoozing Old Man Winter.
1 comment:
That paint job only serves as cementing evidence that you do indeed have strains of Martha. (There must be a temperament for that...)
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