Perfect Day
I hope that when I die, I can look back on this day. First of all,
Kentucky has been remarkable temperate for the season. I mulched, I
pruned, I watered. I tried to weed whack, but it ran out of string. I
also read up on the first amendment. I wish all the days were
like today. Right now, the kids are out front, playing on the swing.
The last I checked, the baby was wearing a bicycle helmet with a branch
sticking out of the top. As of two weeks ago, the kids formed
alliances on the block, and move up and down the street as a
swarm. They stop at each parents' house to reap the rewards of
each house. At my house, they get a rope swing and strawberries to
eat.