Day 277 to 281 – 365 Project
We were kissed by summer for a few short days after the cold had sunk its teeth into our flesh.
Judging by the look on your face you’re pondering something. Quincey awaits his brush, his favourite thing, but I doubt he’ll get it this time.
Vacuuming has become a task that takes three times as long, but is equally three times as fun to do with you around.
It was mother’s day and you were doing your bit to help pappa clean the outside furniture and get it ready and packed away for winter.
We watch the hail, safe inside in the warmth. You put your hand on the glass, eager to get out, yet apprehensive of this thing you’ve never experienced before.