Small Things 🌱

...because they are, of course, the big things

Sunrise, Autumn, by Childe Hassam

“Good morning—how's Tate?”

“Doing well. I'm heading up to see her soon.”

“Oh, nice! ...Want your usual?”

“Yes, please.”

So went the short banter a little past 7 a.m. yesterday morning at the outside window of our neighborhood’s third place. Ginny and I were wrapping up our morning walk, doing our best to squeeze out the cool…