The exercise:
Let us work with: clay.
Another hot one here today. This morning I started harvesting our garlic crop and so far it looks much, much better than last year's bulbs did. We left them in the ground too long last summer and I wanted to make sure that didn't happen again.
So far, so good.
Mine:
"How was art class, honey?" Patty called from the kitchen when she heard the front door creak open just after nine o'clock.
"Same as usual," Harold said as he eased into the room, coat slung over his shoulder. "The teacher is convinced he's on his way to molding us into the next van Gogh or Rembrandt or whoever."
"Hey, I've seen your paintings - he just might be!"
"Please, our grandson has produced better with crayons and what he pulls out of his diapers." Harold was already safely out of sight before his wife could get a firm grip on one of her beloved wooden spoons. "You know it's true!"
