First stop was a house I remembered from walking to summer school with her. It has, as far as I know, the only horse chestnut tree in the neighborhood. I grew up with one in the backyard and made wide use of the chestnuts as baseballs, golf balls, puppets, projectiles, and whatnot. She'd never seen one, and found them just as appealing.
Then we walked to my friend's house, stopping along the way at two rummage sales, then perused the park before heading home.
I hope this weather holds. I dread the thought of winter on the horizon.
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