Tales of daring domesticity and reckless ruminations. Putting myself out there to bring you and me closer, dear reader.
One night, George W. Bush is tossing restlessly in his White House bed. He awakens to see George Washington standing by him. Bush asks him, "George, what's the best thing I can do to help the country?" "Set an honest and honorable example, just as I did,"
The next night, Bush is astir again, and sees the ghost of Thomas
The third night sleep is still not in the cards for Bush He awakens to see the ghost of FDR hovering over his bed. Bush whispers, "
Bush isn't sleeping well the fourth night when he sees another figure moving in the shadows. It is the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. Bush pleads, "Abe, what is the best thing I can do right now to help the country?"
"Go see a play."
Walking this fall, I took notice of a very bushy tree in a neighbor's yard. It was about eight feet tall and had small green fruits all over it, which ripened to yellow in the heat of September. Since this is Virginia, I wasn't sure what it could be. Tonight I snuck into their yard and picked up a few of the fallen fruits. They're a bit fuzzy, as you can see in the picture. What do you think?
