Journal

Empty-Nesters

It's not that we are bored -

We named all the gnomes and statues in the garden. And the mockingbird, bunny and groundhog.

We still have discussions. I feel it was Mrs. Daniels that ate the tops off the margolds, he argues that it was Mr. Ditta.

We still have things in common. We both whistle at Midnight as he flies from bush to tree branch to bush following us around our garden inspections.

We still communicate. Just this morning he left me a note:

"Dooley's hat is fading.
Pick-up tube of yellow paint."