Thursday, June 21, 2012

he has been growing like wildfire.  his presence is consuming and our love burns for him.  the ornery toot that he is! 

one grey and drizzly morning, i flung wide our doors and windows, to let the creosote drenched air waft and wander through our house.  while puttering around the rooms, i heard a harmonica sigh.  it continued breathing its song, until i found the master of the music, look up at me and smile. 

oh boy ender, you must always pack a pocket knife and harmonica with you whenever we go camping.  it will help our souls survive out there in the wilderness.

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