On these warm afternoons I could see why reading in the shade of a tree and enjoying the breeze would seem appealing. I went about my work, not really thinking twice about her planned activity until I happened to look out the window and see a ladder by a tree, and Rosebud perched up in the branches on what appeared to me, to be a very slender limb.
Feet swinging in the air, a book on her lap, she appeared to be lost to all else around her.
My heart nearly stopped as I surveyed the distance from that spindly little branch she was sitting on and the ground beneath her.
The ladder was held securely in place while she made her way back down, and I went to check out my newly earned gray hair.
Bad drivers really stress me out. I was heading to town and as I was making my way up a hill I noticed a little blue car coming down one of the side streets. Paying zero attention to the stop sign the woman driver barreled right out in front of me. I came inches close to running right into her. So thankful for good brakes.
My poor heart nearly beat out of my chest, as I added a few more gray hair to my collection.