Monday, May 30, 2016
My favorite part is the neighborhood stuff. It's my friend Jane and her family and friends, which Jane shares with unilateral generosity. I stand or sit beneath the shade of her trees and conversation happens. Once-a-year conversation, which I miss the minute it is done.
Later, I will write about the horses. Put them into the novels I write (The Heart Is Not a Size) or the occasional Philadelphia Inquirer story. Or I won't write anything at all. It won't be necessary.
Some photos from the show. So far.