I was talking with the tree guy last night and mentioned that it was too bad I put the fence back together as I could have used a few more woodchips (his truck was full). This morning when I looked out my kitchen window, there was a pile of them back by the play structure he must have hand-shoveled over the fence.
Also, I wrote a new poem that my webmaster posted. It's called "Old Memories, Dead Faces" if you want to take a look.
Hey, John: I love this collection of vignettes--snapshots, really--
ReplyDeleteand the story they tell. It is surprising, how very few well chosen words we really need to paint that picture......and so much can be inferred by the last line, though only you know for sure. The perfect "mystery" ending ((smiles)). Lovely read.
Thanks, Sandra