of a woman learning to live
What can I say?
I accepted a bet from my son, to see which of us was right. He Googled the answer on his phone and then roared his protest.
I think we like our silver, and like coming out about it. Hey, we worked hard for those shining hairs…..
“I am such a smart bird, I am. Not like those birds I live with, the fat ones all feathers and no brains…”
In NW Pennsylvania, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion, and does a lot of lion things in between too.
“Don’t put that in your mouth, be nice to the dog, stop taking toys away from your sister, sit down please, what a great drawing you made.”
I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
“Here is a beautiful pinecone, even though it’s a little squished, and that big big dandelion wants to come home with me…”
While I stood there by our built-in cabinet, I sensed something tickly at my forehead, and pulled back to look…
I check on the children, sleeping in their beds. I pull back my covers and remember something I forgot downstairs, so I go do that, too.