you come too


Grace and I went on a four mile walk yesterday.  I took my camera but determined not to take any photos.

So you see, the ones I took I really wanted to take.

The first photo was of a stack of boulders and rocks in someone’s front yard.  I took the picture because it reminded me of something my brother Dave would do, and also because Grace said she saw a squirrel on top of it.  Then we laughed because she wasn’t wearing her glasses (and they were only rocks).








After we passed the free books and took four of them away with us, Grace read me a great story by Ring Lardner titled “Haircut”, written in 1926.  It’s best read aloud to someone you love, try it.

We passed several charming houses that we approved of.


We stopped at an old, old cemetery.


There was a stone in place for a woman who died at the age of 43, leaving behind 10 sons and 3 daughters.


Another one said, “Tho dead he yet speaketh” …206 years later he spoke to Grace and me with the message on his tombstone.


Lastly, a moist frog.


I’m going out to clean the pasture spring:
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan’t be gone long.—-You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother.
It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long—-You come too.

The Pasture, Robert Frost, 1912

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