A 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.
Magic.
Who knew?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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