Yes! Microments!! Yes, first cicada of the season, in my case the sound. The rip-roaring rose-o-sharon south side of the house. A wren’s lusty song. Scent of beloved yellow rose. Picnic breakfast. Mets Ewing stealing second. Sam Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come.” And, writer dear, I was expecting you to take that micro-kitty home with you!!!
LOVE your micro moments! And, yes, it was so tempting, and I probably would have if I were allowed. They aren’t ready yet and must go back to the SPCA to get shots and registered, blah blah blah—so thank goodness, I coudn’t.
Yes! Microments!! Yes, first cicada of the season, in my case the sound. The rip-roaring rose-o-sharon south side of the house. A wren’s lusty song. Scent of beloved yellow rose. Picnic breakfast. Mets Ewing stealing second. Sam Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come.” And, writer dear, I was expecting you to take that micro-kitty home with you!!!
LOVE your micro moments! And, yes, it was so tempting, and I probably would have if I were allowed. They aren’t ready yet and must go back to the SPCA to get shots and registered, blah blah blah—so thank goodness, I coudn’t.