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I love watching them and closing my eyes to to listen. . .
I hear screams of “Go!” “I won” “You’re out” and “You cheated”! When I look around I see dirty faces, dirty knees and and watch breathless laughter sandwiched by rest breaks lying on the grass.
I have thoughts swarming around in my head.
At this point, catching them, feels like trying to catch a fly with chop
sticks (for someone who doesn’t know how to use chopsticks). I just
can’t grab onto them. Thoughts are still scattered and mumbled into a
big messy blob of ideas and words and phrases.
I think I’ll grab them, but not just yet. Not today.
But
still, I miss this space. So, I am stopping in briefly to record some
of our memories before they are lost in the sea of files that take up my
computer space.




Just a few memories from one beautiful evening filled
with all the gifts of spring. . .
Have a lovely Tuesday, Friends.
Thank you for bearing with me.
oh! so much joy in these images, summer!