DW slept in, and missed breakfast. So I put away my quilting project, and we headed into town for lunch at our favorite diner. Then we left the car and walked the old part of town, enjoying the parks that are bursting into bloom, the brick buildings, and the murals. This isn't really my home town, but it'sthe place I've called home for more than thirty years.
As we walked, I kept stopping to take photographs of all the small things along the way. The mosaic benches, the oak leaves that cling to the street trees, the seed pods, the puddles that reflect the brick buildings. It was a nice, relaxing way to spend a few hours.
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