Found Magic

stockvault-purpe-scene121206A quiver of arrows (dead daylily stems)…

A bow of weathered oak (found tree trimmings at the street)…

Hardy sustenance for a long journey (sippy cup of grape juice)…

A glorious treasure to trade in the home markets (an uncracked walnut to swap with Daddy, still at work)…

And a year long trek into uncharted lands (an hour’s walk in Grandma’s suburban neighborhood)…

Mix these together with your six year old nephew and a warm September dusk and voila!  A cure for Auntie’s silly blues wondrously appears.


Who knew?

Until tomorrow…



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