Friday morning was beautiful…soft gray clouds covered the sky, a lazy little mist floated in the air…almost rain, a sometimes drizzle; lovely moisture falling onto the dooryard plants.
I was upstairs working on my post about Boomer and his leg…the sweet breath of the morning air filled with the smell of wet grass and summer flowers.
When I noticed two children pedaling their way down the lane.
The Children of the Corn (and their parents) have arrived for the 4th of July weekend. A total surprise.
They came! Just in time to measure the corn. More than knee high, it seems.
Family…the heartbeat of life!
My heart is blithely skipping along!
Your friend, always…