I cut some flowers and make a bouquet. I use my late Grandma’s ceramic jug. I love this jug.
Two old acquaintances stop by while I work in our vegetable garden and we have a good laugh together.
Jay says there is a boy at daycare that gives her many hugs. “He says he likes me! Why can’t he just look at me?!” I guess realizing we can have something just by looking at it, comes with age.
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