Just got internet access back again about 1/2 hour ago.  I’m trying to do catch-up with my email.  

But first…

“Grandma!  You lived in…in…that?”  My 10-year-old granddaughter asked.

Wearing multi-colored leggings that probably glowed in the dark, and a bright blue t-shirt, she huddled next to me as if a ghost threatened to come out and attack her.

“We had a rose garden, 3 acres of apple trees, and lots of grass to play on,”  I said.

“But the roof is caved in and nothing’s left but stones.”

“There isn’t a thing on Earth that doesn’t become a derelict over time.”

“Can I  text my friend Emma?”  She asked, looking toward our ride home.

“No.  Your phone is in the car next to my hiking gear for a reason.”

“Why?”

“There’s a young oak just waiting to be climbed,” I said, pointing to a 20 foot tall specimen with strong arms.

“I can’t do that,” she said, eyes wide.  “It’s not safe.”

“I’ll climb the tree while you explore what’s left of the orchard.”

Source: #Writephoto : double derelict