I milked the cows before
breakfast after breakfast
I have soled my boots and
went fishing with Papa we
caught 18. Mamma came
back in the afternoon. I
wrote a letter to Rube and one
to Rip. To day was warm
breakfast after breakfast
I have soled my boots and
went fishing with Papa we
caught 18. Mamma came
back in the afternoon. I
wrote a letter to Rube and one
to Rip. To day was warm
Perfect summer day. Slow to begin, quiet and then some tinkering followed by conversatoin and suddenly the day is full of voices and plans and we spill into motion. The trees in my rearview mirror and the haze of the heat tell me I'm not in the land of my childhood. This is the land of my adulthood. And I'm happy.