Every Day Ordinary Things.

Blue skies, green trees, a flower stalk against a picket fence.  Summer magic in every day, ordinary things.  Hot days,  welcome shade… lazy nights in the neighborhood when young parents caravan down the sidewalks pushing babies in high-tech strollers with the family dog either heeling nicely alongside or straining at the end of its leash.

Air conditioners hum. Lawn mowers growl.

Small moments in time: every 20 years, another generation moves in and it starts all over again. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]

 

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