Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The crescent moon is hung against the twilight and the kids have congregated, picking oranges and skipping rope. My Aunt Denise is watching with a smile when I approach in an apron to retrieve Molly and Oliver for dinner. My neighbor calls me to join her for a glass of wine on her back porch. We are sitting and sipping when I'm struck by a flying seed from her wisteria that crawls across a pergola. I'm not kidding, the pods burst open with such force that the seed could remove an eye! Luckily it only got my forehead. One more thing for me to caution my children about, grandpa would be so proud. Now we're in and cozy, Molly hears the screech owls flying over our cottage. Goodnight.