PICNIC AT THE OLD PLACE

Sunday out at the “Old Place.” Our oldest (in both friendship and age time) friends and a walk in the woods. It’s the first time Michele has seen the kids’ Minnesota land; Steven’s is the eastern 40, Scott’s the western part where the broken house is returning to the land.

THE FRIENDS

The ever-amazing Helen Week, age 95, is the last of my folks’ generation. She still mows her lawn and bakes cakes. She’s who I want to be be when I grow up.

THE NESET INHERITANCE

2 Comments on “PICNIC AT THE OLD PLACE

  1. What I love most about your stories is how you bring everything down right onto the earth’s living surface.

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