Wednesday, October 12, 2011

the second week of October in the 2011th year.

Dearest Alfred,
I am sending this correspondence in regard to the lack of response to my request for a story idea. Your lack of regard for my request is quite disconcerting. I will again ask for your input and plead with you for a response in a timely manner.

Now enough of this unsavory busies let us discus the events of this the 12th day of October. Young masters Jonas and Allen have bean enjoying the out doors as only boys of there few years could. Jonas a boy of 6 attended school having learned much according to that which is proper and useful; had quite a spill as he was recreating between lessons. his breeches did little to deter the imminent scraped knee that was the result of his over exuberance on the gym of the jungle variety. This was made up for by his teacher of tremendous wisdom and incite with an award for his skill in the mathematics being rewarded with a peace of chewing gum.Meanwhile, Small master Allen a boy of 4; and myself harvested in abundance that which is  in the garden. It has been quite fruitful this year. I having the ability to weld the shovel took to the carrot patch which produced far more than originally anticipated. As I continued my endeavorers Allen in his wisdom proceeded to pick every tomato on the six large plants. I do not wish you to misunderstand me when I say every tomato I mean every single one no mater the size or color. I smiled broadly at his great desire to assist in the harvest this year. I then had him pick the berry both straw and rasp. Out of the multiple bushes of each variety oddly only ten berry's made it to the bowl. His willingness to assist with my smallest child Evie was refreshing and maid me quite proud. He entertained her with a multitude of songs and animal noises. She giggled with glee and amusement at his shenanigan's. I wish to convey to you my great love and pride for my children.
I regret. to close this at this time due to my great weariness. Pleas give my love to your family.
with great regards.
a salmon in lowe waters.

1 comment:

  1. Isn't it amazing that no matter how many berries there are, less than half make it into the bucket! :-)

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