Foxgloves

I timed an afternoon walk for 4:30, the time I told brother Ken that I would return his call, but we managed to play phone tag until 7. 
It was good to hear from him and real good that we didn’t spend time on either politics or ailing siblings. We mostly talked about our yards - and, of course, about Winnie, his granddaughter who is soon to become a big sister.
The walk was fun because it kept raining, but only enough to let you know you weren’t going to get soaked.