Saturday, August 7, 2010

Postlude, Soft and cute, Wow, Steve ate two pieces

1. A lone little bird sings in the early morning. Where once we heard an orchestra, it now sings solo. This is how the ending of summer sounds.
2. Henri scampers around my feet and I feel his soft fur on my ankles.
3. The most delicious zucchini pie for dinner.

1 comment:

  1. Hard to believe that summer is on the wane...seems like it only just started.