I didn’t lift a one from my weekend reading stack, even with good intentions.
But I did take in some tulips. Just a few.
I refereed some rough-n-tumble boys.
I breathed it in and whispered thank you.
I contemplated a brother swap for the mischievous little one. He’d fit right in.
I made a note-to-self: get some sheep, STAT.
But I positively, absolutely didn’t do any reading.
(I adore the Biltmore Estate in spring.)