All this outside labor can wear a girl out and this girl found a nice resting place beneath the shade of the mighty maple that canopies part of our backyard in the late hours of afternoon. This blanket, lovingly quilted and embroidered by her great-grandmother, snuck it's way outside, a place usually off limits to such lovelies. But alas, there it is, snuggled around Resting Girl.
Who could want more than a warm breeze, a good book and a prime seat in the wheelbarrow? Barrel-chest, lanky arms, bruised up legs soaking in the sun, this boy would happily live outside, from sun up until sundown and beyond, if only he could tote his guitar out there.