BREAD CRUMBS

As I traveled down residential streets early this morning, I passed kids here and there, dancing on the corner or pulling up grass or talking together in a huddle.  I realized eventually that I was tracing the route of the school bus that would eventually be along to pick them up.  They were a bunch of squirming, fidgeting signposts that marked out the way.  The same is true of these pictures - they trace, like bread crumbs, the course of the weeks I've traveled through lately.

1 / sister the second
2 / light spot
3 / age and experience
4-5 / my new antiques
6-7 / working on homework
8 / daffodils are such happy flowers
9 / husband mine
10 / spring, finally