Write a four line poem about: fragile words.
Stopped by the Osoyoos farmers market this morning to pick up some pickled beets and pickled garlic scapes, had a family walk (well, Max rode his bike... of course) along the lake, and then came home for lunch.
After lunch I took Max into town to hang out and pick up a few groceries. Managed to not be killed by various inattentive drivers. Picked up Mexican food for dinner on the way home.
Both boys were asleep before 8 tonight, which left Kat and I with enough time to watch The Spectacular Now on Netflix. Can't remember the last time we had time to watch an entire movie in one night. Ah, fall is almost here.
Twas a good day.
They slip from my lips,
Twirl toward the ground;
Shattering on impact,
The pieces never found.