this morning

But today is not a day for picnics.  The new grass pokes out from the snow.  My Pompie used to say that it always snows once on the robin’s back.  That’s what I am told.  I don’t remember.

It is oatmeal for breakfast, still (often followed by eggs).  Reed out-eats me every morning.  This morning he has my phone beside him to listen to a Harry Potter audiobook while he eats.  He is always listening to something.  And Helen is wearing an over-sized dish towel on her back.  A super-hero.  She has a scrape on her nose from falling on the sidewalk.  It kind of suits her.

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