Fruit of the Spirit

The night held bad dreams, the usual mashup of unresolved issues we all experience. There was one nice touch at the end. My mother had drawn a mural on the wall and my son was adding grapes to each cluster of vines. Fruitage of the spirit falling into place.

I asked Rob to drive me to a running shoe store so I could get a new pair. That done, we split a frozen mocha latte and a snickerdoodle cookie. Then we stopped by REI for a look at hiking shoes.

By the time we got back home, traffic was already getting heavier. It’s so nice to have a break from my usual day and yet be home in time to enjoy the late afternoon and evening.

That’s all the news so far. Hope you have had a good day.
Vicki Woodyard

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