A walk to the post office

For those of you sweet, kind, encouraging people who want me to post more often, let me tell you about my walk to the post office this evening.

There is so much material there.  Like trumpet vine growing in a newly vacant lot. 

But sometimes I am not inspiring, just perspiring.  It is still 85 degrees outside, for goodness sake.  I walked to the post office because it was a good idea at the time--needed exercise.

And so is this post.  Needed exercise. 

After all, a waist is a good thing to mind.  And a mind is a bad thing to waste.