Garden

When we get emails from the pre-K school, the subject line just says Garden. It took me a while, but I figured out this is because Charlotte’s grade level there is called Garden.

When my mom thinks Merlin needs to go out, she says Need to go garden, Murble?

When I’m back home she emails me every day at work. Starting a couple years ago, she just puts the name of the day in the subject line. I save most of the emails, but when I look back on them they are all about the same.

I got up at 9 something today and went back to bed until 2. We’re having Weiss wursts and bretzel – supposed to have them before noon to comply with Bavarian tradition, supposed to have them with beer.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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