Our house, in the middle of our street

When in doubt, give 'em driveway chalk.

Kids love to map out neighborhoods,

find their inner graffiti artists,

be goofy. Go figure.

P.S.- Could you tell I was wearing shorts?

There's no place like home..........

CSI Lawrenceville.
I always think of Bert the chimney sweep
when I see my kids' chalk drawings,
and when it rained on all of his sidewalk art.


Love goes where my rosemary grows.

We got the table top replaced.
Luckily at about half the price expected.

We had to soften the round plastic umbrella

ring in boiling water before inserting it in the

umbrella hole. Kinda like molding your kids'

mouthpieces for field hockey and lacrosse.

The trees were all cleaned up.
Thank you neighbors. Alot.

Check out the long late-day shadow of the chalk pail.

The peace sign points almost dead north,

just about the same bearing where I find the

north star off the rim of the big dipper's bucket

every night when I take the dog out to do her thing.