Throwing horse shoes on the sod playing field. The smell of the hamburgers sizzling on the grill. Waiting for the kids throw my dad and Beth yield. And while waiting for their turn they just chill. The game gets competitive cause we are waiting on that successful cling. So sometimes to speed up the process my dad even sings. My back yard is my favorite place to be come and visit and you will see.
September 1, 2007