Sunday, September 26, 2004

a feast of touch-me-pops

or touch-a-me-pops, as Sevi calls them, all along the fence on either both sides of the Nethermeade arch bridge along the stream side. We reached in and popped scores of them--Papa pulled out fatties for Sevi's special delight. We placed some in her palm and she gently pressed them in touch-a-me-popcorn. After getting what I could I shook the bushes and fireworks of zingers flew every which way.
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