Evening Sunset at Dad's House

April is no stranger to inclement driving weather. Donning a pair of sunglasses and a steady grip, I knew we'd cross the lake in one piece. Don't tell mom.

It is rumored that Dad is going to put his house on the market this spring. Good land. Good trees. Without the big pine tree in the front, this was our parting view when the bus picked us up so long ago.

Where willows were, now clouds cloud setting sunsets.

The forbidden front yard.