Pink Lattes and A Slice of Poundcake

You reward the ones who make the mess and hate the one who does the work With words of love and eyes of glee you give them trinkets with delight Frowns and yells to the one who cleans crumbs from your table swept down with all your might Why do you loathe the hand that wipes but dance your heart for the ones who do not glean?

The crisp morning air, the brisk bite of wind, the crinkle of the leaves. Hello fall! My, where did the summer go with all its heat and bluster? How did we wake us and under blankets we muster? Looking out the balcony and staring at the trees, goodbye summer breeze! Hello fall! We missed the long sleeves and the scarves donned anew, hot chocolate and lattes, warming me, warming you. photo credit - my daughter Robin - taken this weekend in Blackburn Park, Webster Groves MO