a possibly daily look at my adventures with pie, now extending into my 58th year
Monday, August 27, 2012
Alas, No Smurfs
I loved walking with my kids when they were little because they really helped me to look at the down and the little. While my eyes were watching the horizon and landscape, they were looking at their feet and under almost anything. There were no Smurfs under this toadstool this morning. Or perhaps it is a mushroom and not a toadstool. It does not matter. Unless I can inject some fantasy into my daily realities, there would still be no Smurfs here.