For some reason today I feel like I'm eleven and in Greenfield.
Maybe it's the way the wind is blowing at me no matter which direction I go in.
Or the way the sun is beating down relentlessly but I'm not breaking a sweat.
Or the way there's not a cloud in the sky.
Accordingly, I feel I ought to watch my step, lest I step on a plum that's fallen from one of the trees in my best friends' back yard.
Then again, it's a good excuse to play with the hose.
Apricots are also messy, but one need not really worry about the apples.
For lunch it's a cheese sandwich and a can of A&W and for dinner if we're lucky one of the adults will make garlic bread.
The good old days.
Maybe it's the way the wind is blowing at me no matter which direction I go in.
Or the way the sun is beating down relentlessly but I'm not breaking a sweat.
Or the way there's not a cloud in the sky.
Accordingly, I feel I ought to watch my step, lest I step on a plum that's fallen from one of the trees in my best friends' back yard.
Then again, it's a good excuse to play with the hose.
Apricots are also messy, but one need not really worry about the apples.
For lunch it's a cheese sandwich and a can of A&W and for dinner if we're lucky one of the adults will make garlic bread.
The good old days.
