Sunday Afternoon

He sat sipping his Guinness watching a 20-30 something girl walk away.

His wife asked him if he thought that girl could cook his meatloaf as well as she did.

He said: “No Darlin’, I don’t think she ever could even learn to do that as well as you do.”

“Well you certainly are looking.” She said.

“The thing is I do hope she does learn someday for someone, it is a good thing to learn.

“You remember when we first met?”

“Um…” she said.

“That certainly was a spring wasn’t it”

“It certainly was.” She smiled.

They finished their beers and went home.

Fred
The Boatman
So Simple Things
Tattoos
A Bear, A Fawn, An Otter
Fat Men and Boats
Flowers
Letters
Christopher
A Funny Thing
Home
The Edge of the Moon
The Rod and the Ripple
Darlin’
He did Write
Aye Lass
Down from the Mountains
Silent Thought
Each Note
He Wished He Knew
But He Grew
Road Stories
Darling Daughter (continued)
Old Dogs New tricks
Dramatic Lives
Christopher Columbus, and Julius
Dawn Stretches
Sean and Megan
Dearest Beauty
Words
Dragons, Dancing
The Wild and Wooly Dog
About Dragons
Big Dog Gone Running
Autumn Waits
Sunday Afternoon
You Can Write Words
Lions in the Dawn
If I Listened to the Moon
Gifts and Purposes
First Kiss
They Were
Carp
Hipness
Old Pictures
To Stand Free
Candles and Flames
Dear Mom
The Moon is Floating
Artists can run Hot