Breakfast and Childhood Home Walkabout

On Saturday morning D. made his delicious scrambled eggs, which were accompanied by the choice of scrapple or bacon, as well as toast. Good stuff.

After that I went and did a little walkabout the house and yard of the house in which I grew up. There was an area between our main backyard and what had been a garden, which I had always liked hanging out in because of the twisted vines that created a lovely canopy in the winter. There were always some strange relics of a time past, a mailbox, some random metal stakes in the ground, a fallen tree slowly turning to mulch. I was glad to see all relics remained, though even more worn than 20+ years ago.