Same Ol'

When we drove to Nanticoke to pick up tomatoes or clothes from the barn or, in this case, for a Harvest Party with the Tuzzins at Wendy's house, we'd go out walking and gather things to bring home.

Milkweed.








Cattails




And moss-covered rocks that Bird we couldn't bear to part with.


She lugged that thing without complaint all the way home, cradling it and whispering, "I love you, wock."