But first, recently I missed two great photos so I'll just have to use words.
One -- As I was on my way into town I passed a modest little frame house, set back a bit from the road with a prospering garden on either side. Along the edge of the small front porch marched a row of institutional size tin cans, some with the labels still visible. Each can held a blooming red or yellow flower and the lady of the house with her blue plastic watering can was tending to them. A lovely country scene.
Two -- In the parking lot of the Fresh Market in Asheville, where I went to splurge on ingredients for Ethan's feast, I was shocked to see a white Cadillac with no driver coming toward me -- very slowly. I had time to get out of the way and as it passed, I saw a tiny old lady, hidden behind the steering wheel.
Three --to go to a web album for a Sunday stroll, click here. Happy Sunday!
One -- As I was on my way into town I passed a modest little frame house, set back a bit from the road with a prospering garden on either side. Along the edge of the small front porch marched a row of institutional size tin cans, some with the labels still visible. Each can held a blooming red or yellow flower and the lady of the house with her blue plastic watering can was tending to them. A lovely country scene.
Two -- In the parking lot of the Fresh Market in Asheville, where I went to splurge on ingredients for Ethan's feast, I was shocked to see a white Cadillac with no driver coming toward me -- very slowly. I had time to get out of the way and as it passed, I saw a tiny old lady, hidden behind the steering wheel.
Three --to go to a web album for a Sunday stroll, click here. Happy Sunday!
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