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