Yesterday, I took Finley out for his evening walk. We usually walk until we reach the point where the sidewalk splits and you have to cross the street if you want to stay on the sidewalk. As we were approaching the part where it splits, I thought to myself, we made it to where the sidewalk ends - time to turn around. It also made me think of the book and poem titled “Where The Sidewalk Ends”, by Shel Silverstein:
I used to enjoy reading Shel Silverstein’s poems when I was younger as most of them were fun and imaginative. One poem in particular that I liked and still remember is:
Funny how certain things you see or hear trigger those memories you have tucked away in your mind.
And since it’s Monday…I think I’ll go out and play…in the kitchen. I just got some fresh peaches from the Farmer’s Market so I’m working on a recipe to share with y’all. If all goes well in the kitchen, tune in Wednesday for the recipe!