Dropped off goods to a friend that just experienced physical trauma. It shook me to hear and was the least I could do. In the scheme of things? Providing some small semblance of help was more important than any item on my agenda.
The trip took got me outside and over to Northside.
We had another day of sunshine—and I wouldn’t make such a big deal harping on it—but gosh it was lovely.
I ventured into Parkers Woods, saw this sycamore tree with bark in contrast and could hear my mom saying, ”That‘s a white ghost.”
Sidenote: Today’s song is only available on YouTube, but it’s such a great live performance from Annie Lennox. Mom loved it.