Parsley Flower

Lately I've had a big huge block about this writing thing. What am I to say? Today I stared at the cat, and the cat stared back. Or maybe he started it, I don't remember. Then we went to the store, not the cat, but Mr. S. We bought bread and fruit. For an extra treat we picked three baskets of fragrant strawberries at a local organic farm before the cold wind and overcast skies drove us back to the car. Then we drove the car back to the cat. Not an unpleasant day, certainly. It's just the wind gets to me, and the darkness. Ripe strawberries and cold skies don't belong in the same picture.