A Pretty Day In May
My daily hikes are always a pleasure. It was an ideal 68 degrees when I set sail down to the mailbox to fetch todays delivery from the USPS.
My daily hikes are always a pleasure. It was an ideal 68 degrees when I set sail down to the mailbox to fetch todays delivery from the USPS.
I’ve managed to live 51 years without one single jury duty summons. Yes, I’ve registered to vote, had a driver license, owned property.
I had a dream last month that indicated something ‘big’ was going to happen on April 41st.
That’s an equation I hope not to repeat again soon. 2 large cups of McDonalds coffee after 2 in the afternoon.
Imagine my delight when I found this heart-shaped rock on my hike home from the mailbox.
You’ve probably all seen the TV show Diners, Drive-ins and Dives on the Food Network.
Yes, I realize ‘May Day’ was yesterday. How many of you made ‘May baskets’ and left them on your friends doorsteps?
Driving home from town yesterday, I found myself in awe of the scenery. Nothing new with that.
I stole the title of this blog from my son. Since I’m writing about his visit, I don’t feel too guilty swiping his cleverness.
Mary’s son, Charlie, shares some of the story of his visit with us.