{screen door squeak} …

{slip off your shoes} …

{pour a sip & nestle in…}

Do you remember salty foreheads and  Kool-Aid stained lips?  How about free-play recess where the winners of Kick’n Catch in the sunny months vied for standing position as King on the Hill in the snowy months – ya know, after the snow plowed into the most majestic mound?  Did you adventure high bluffs or wide open spaces pretending to be Lewis and Clark?

Somehow, the thrill of the present fades far too quickly.  And the future… beckons with clamoring uncertainty.  And the past… a far-too-quickly fading echo.

I invite you in… to join me as I reflect, savor, and anticipate.

Grace, bounty, grit, buoyancy, jazz, bites, barren, delicate, and hardy … always pouring out to quench another thirsty soul.

Dawn to dusk … daring to dance in the day-to-day contagion … harvesting fresh delight of the deepest, rooting-ist, contagious kind.