i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Unspoken
Karl wasn't home. Undetterred, we sneaked into the house to collect the food we'd stashed in his freezer while we moved. As you hoisted me up and onto the window ledge you said, "hmm..she knows how to climb" I looked down at you and said, "of course" and we both knew what we meant.
No comments:
Post a Comment