Tuesday, September 29, 2015

The Last Days of Wildwood Lane # Three

It poured rain most all day long. Gully washing, flash flooding rain. Stopped raining just long enough for David and me to drive to Triplett; which feels like driving down into the belly of the mountains. A deep, deep valley with snake curves that you almost meet yourself comin'.

Morning to Evening 

Coffee and warm fruit crisp for breakfast as I chatted with a friend over Facebook private message

Home from a work day. Walked by and noticed the opened front door 

Nightly school's in routine-ritual... ie...got to get the papers graded,make plans, call a parent, answer school email, (well almost nightly...not on Friday but sometimes on a Saturday and always on Sunday)

A look out of the bedroom window. Lights from the little ones windows. I'm sure they are getting ready for bed and tomorrow's school day. One more reason this is such a sweet community street. Neighbors 

One more day to wake and rest in this home. 


  1. It's been a good home, Freida. Love you.

  2. Thank you Linda. You are one of my life's support beams...so to speak...thinking about homes and all :)