I Dream of Italy

"Mommy, I want to go to Italy someday," Bethie dreams as we work together in the yard. My mind wanders, and I picture candlelight dinners, amazing architecture, a gondola ride . . . . "I'd love to go there someday too, honey . . . ." I join her in dreaming. Her desire, however, is apparently prompted by a slightly different image of Italy, and I'm jolted from my reverie. "Papa says you can force the pigeons to come to you." Not exactly what one envisions when thinking "Italy," but I suppose we can chalk it up as an attraction nonetheless.

Photo credit: John Stevens, a.k.a. Papa