My take on the Charles M. Schulz's book, "Happiness is a Warm Puppy."
June gloom in September.
A half caff espresso with sweetened condensed milk.
A stroller rolling through crunchy leaves.
Malabar spinach winding its way up a netted trellis.
A kid who eats her spinach and broccoli. (For now.)
A babysitter, a real date, and a fig marmalade burger.