Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Alone, Happy child, Big sound

1. A solitary, pale pink bloom emerges on the Flowering Almond. Whatever would possess this dear little thing to bloom all alone in the fall when all its mates bloomed long ago last spring? I talk to it and give it a kiss for being so sweet and brave.
2. Baby giggles to herself from the backseat. We laugh in return from the front seat.
3. The crickets' song fills the field tonight.

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