chalk talk, ladybugs and zig zags

sitting on a lawn chair wearing my bare feet

foster and i spent the morning picking flowers

and scouting ladybugs while rowan was snoozing.

armed with a peice of orange chalk in one hand

my trusty camera in the other

i looked down. there in front of me, i noticed something.

our asphalt walkway

probably built in the 1970's, it is the thorn in our house's stoop.

there's no way around it.

you must tread upon it all the way to our door.

soon to be remodeled by my talented clinto,

it's ugly, and old and everything that you don't want to have in front of your house.

most days i look in discust at its uglyness

but today

as our bright chalk drew perfectly on it's dark compextion

i was strangely thankful for it

for the rest of the day

as i walked to and frow

in and out

i smiled at our chalk talk

our pictures of flowers and ladybugs and zig zags

the ugly asphalt was our canvas.

it's not ugly anymore.