delicious steamed edible soy beans from the garden last night! And this morning roaming the world with DD who favors walking out to the drive to play with the gravel and other little tiny things in the path.
an old poem comes to mind:
Bicyclist
round, though very proud carriage, the small town
bicyclist "woo-wooed" through the parking lot
like a Greek enthusiast or toddler on first
red trike
until smiles on all faces of the humdrum
who have stopped
to resuscitate a scene often forgot:
that only a fool can pivot on joy!
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