
We have a little park that belongs to the small subdivision where we live and yesterday was the last “Music in the park” for this year.

We have a little park that belongs to the small subdivision where we live and yesterday was the last “Music in the park” for this year.
This is my answer to Impromptu promptlings Sandbox writing challenge, “What are they hearing about me?”
They will hear that I am done with the daily prompt’s.
When I started blogging I only wrote about smoking and about how I felt, after I had kicked the addiction to the curb, because it was very important to me.
To everything there is a season, these words – originally from Ecclesiastes, made into a song by Pete Seeger, became in the 60’s a big hit for “The Byrds.” Now those words are beginning to resonate for me more than ever before.
Last weeks writing challenge was fun, thank you to everyone who participated.
Our not so little puppy Patches had her 4 month birthday yesterday. She weighs already 25 pounds and gets more and more black spots. Many are still under the fur on her skin and just shine through, others pop up over night.
Finally, the daily rain has stopped and it is summer in Ohio. It is warm and sunny outside, hummingbirds are drinking from the feeder, flowers are blooming and our outside room looks inviting.
I grew up with the words “if you are ever lost or in trouble, try to find a policeman” and it made sense to me. We had two policemen in our small village, one was an Italian Carabinieri, the other one an Austrian Gendarm. Both didn’t have too much to do, nothing dramatic ever happened, at least nothing that I can recall.