Two of our granddaughters are playing soccer this fall.
One is six years old and the other is five years old.
The six-year-old plays on a local field.
We went to see her last weekend.

The five-year-old lives a little less than an hour away.
We went to see her this past weekend.
We got to the field with our chairs.
We saw our son and daughter-in-love on the sidelines.

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This Whisper was originally published two years ago. It is always this time of year I ponder the paradox of my walnut tree. Everything I think about my walnut tree today, I thought then as well. It is worth repeating.

Trees are beautiful.
As fall approaches, the trees will be ablaze in color.
The air will get chillier.
The leaves will fall and carpet the ground.

I love trees.
Oh…but my walnut tree.
It is a nuisance.
That sounds harsh, but my feelings towards it are justified.

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Two of my grandchildren began school this week.
One granddaughter is in first grade.
Another granddaughter is in kindergarten.
Both are so excited about their new teacher and their new friends.

I suggested to my daughter that we meet at a local coffee shop.
The day we met was three days before the first grader would start school.
The first grader and her three siblings couldn’t wait for some Grandma time.
This local coffee shop has wonderful doughnuts that they love to eat.

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I can still hear the sound in my memory.
It was the sound of summer.
It was heard in the distance, and any child knew they had to hurry.
There was only a little bit of time to run and tell anyone within earshot, it’s coming!

The music I heard was tinny.
It was played through some sort of antiquated speaker that cut in and out on a whim.
You could hear the music blocks away, which was the intent.
The same song, played on a loop, was Pied Piper-ish as it called neighborhood children.

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