Sunday, September 27, 2009

Tossing the crow mug


The girls and I went to the Connecticut river to toss my broken crow mug into the river.

Such an amazing fall day; the leaves had just a tinge of reddish starting to spread along the hills.
We each threw a piece of the mug in, after the last splash quieted Lily said,
"Maybe a crow will come flying out of the water!"
We all waited but the water was still.
Maybe at night when the stars are out and no one is watching..

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