We stopped at a roadside stand and picked up a bag of fresh cherries to snack on.
A Saturday evening drive along Palisade’s Fruit and Wine Byway, windows down, “What’s Up” pulsing out against the heavy, late-summer monsoon air, a sack of fresh cherries on the console, a trail of pits behind us, marking our route, Mt. Garfield beckoning to be photographed, from yet another angle, every time we make a turn. My teenage daughter and I exchange no more than ten words along the way, but singing the lyrics as best we can, our bond amplifies tenfold.
A String of Pearls 
Sep 01, 2013 @ 09:49:01
Wait!! That’s it? I made it to the beginning? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooo. You best get writing girl. Now where am I gonna stop on my way home? Hmphff….. 😦
Sep 01, 2013 @ 10:40:53
The pressure! The pressure! This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. But, on the other hand, I must keep my loyal fans happy. Thanks for reading them all. 🙂