In Walmart last week, mother after mother pushed past me with carts heaped with notebooks, pens, crayons, markers, glue sticks and reams of lined paper.
I have had a clutch of crickets inside my house these past two summers. They are difficult, if not impossible, to kill. I have even sprayed them with bleach. They keep moving. If some reader out there knows how to rid a house of crickets, please let me know.
I have so many great memories of our family vacations. Whether we were going to Connecticut to see relatives, or to some “remote” beach my parents had discovered, it was truly always an adventure. I can still laugh out loud at many of the antics and occurrences.
I don’t know why I am so fascinated by turtles. On my daily walks, I keep my eyes peeled for an unmistakable hump, perhaps moving slowly down the grass. It’s either a turned-over fallen leaf or … it’s a turtle!