This is a place where I go to get the Redwood fluff for our yard. Mama and Daddy bought a little of it last summer when I was three. If you can be careful then you can climb up the piles of dirt or rocks or bark. The problem with the dirt is the wind blows it into your eyes. Mama got some bark in her eye this time.
I told the man who works here about what I’m going to do when I get home (make a fairy house with Mama) and then I told him what I’m having for dinner (fruit salad) and then I told him what my grandma said one time when I climbed onto grandpa’s back (“load ‘er up!”) and then the man who works here made a joke about me drinking caffeine and asked me if I would like an espresso.