Walked out the door this morning to fetch Carol's paper.
Stopped on the porch to take a look around; drink in the day.
It was brisk but damn sunny; I noticed ice on the windows of Carol's Peace Mobile.
My eyes wandered over the yard, eventually focusing on Carol's beautiful garden, now lying dormant but giving off a healthy vibe of expectation.
The small, red, VW bug that Sarge had given Carol with the directions to always keep it in her garden, caught my attention.
I wandered over, bent down and touched it.
There was ice on its windows as well.
No comments:
Post a Comment