Making Music

Walking across the yard, the breeze blowing crisp. My corduroys singing jjoop jjoop with every step . . . jjoop jjoop . .  Making up words to accompany this newfound music.  Red corduroys with flannel lining to go with my red orthopedic oxfords and red plaid flannel shirt.  Headed next door to see Mrs. Paul, who is teaching me to knit.  Her house smells like heaven, always, like cookies fresh from the oven.  I head home . . . jjoop jjoop . . . singing about the peanut butter cookies in my pocket.