A QUICK RUN-DOWN of this past Sunday at the old home place. In which we:
quickly run down to the pier!
Naturally, and to the delight of all, the Small Actor provides our after-picnic entertainment!
Well, then we must move along...
And a final goodbye to the tractor in the shed.
(It belongs to the Dear Old Neighbor Man [It's been in his family for generations!]
We climb into our cars, strap on seat belts.We drive out of the driveway,
past the pile of junk at the road.
And that, Dear Reader, as they say....
(er...what's this lump in my throat?)