Just before dropping Jack off at soccer practice, he said to me, “Mama, I know who the best artist is in the world.”  I asked him, “Who?”  “Mother Earth,” he replied.  “Think about it ~ every tree, every branch.  Each one is like no other.”  “Did you learn this at school?” I asked.  “No, I just thought it up right now” he replied.  Yesterday I had to stop in my tracks.  The leaves were slowly falling off the Black Walnut in the back garden.  Pretty soon it will be bare again.  So much to savor.

The dogs were delighted to have a quiet moment, too.  My most loyal and best friends.



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