Call me a sentimental fool, I have written about this before, but
I can't seem to let go... I have a weakness for our local bus stop.
Three mornings a week, my son, our dog, Tika and I head out
to meet the school bus. Thru the woods and over the pass
to the bus stop we go.
You might say...it is just a bus stop.
I view it as a special time with my son and
a time to reflect on the day to come.
The morning traffic flows slowly by as
woman, boy and dog sit and wait for the bus...patiently.
Well...almost patiently. Tika has discovered a family of ducks
that have taken to the pond recently and has shown a keen interest,
a very keen interest.
This morning, I took my bike to carry my son's wellies back
to the house. The rain has come...we are in season, but, that's ok
for we have the bus stop. :)
More on our bus stop...here