Took a walk over towards Kensington last weekend to visit the critters at the Hamilton Doghouse. We walked two dogs named Owen and Abe while my kids bickered over who would hold the leash. On the way back we walked the path that goes along the Expressway and found two trees spangled with a few small pink flowers, the still hunkered in buds, in their alternate/alternate arrangement, looking much like a rambling embroidery stitch my grandmother Mary K would know the name of.
My mother, visiting from out of town, admired the backs of the houses, she thought it must be nice to have so much sun coming through the windows. But on the other hand, there's the non-stop roar of the expressway.
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