Three Little Pebbles

Another canine traffic jam at the door. Sit. Stay‚Ķ. Okay Like lit bottle rockets they launch, rounding the corner of the house to some imagined danger I cannot see. A thousand toads bleat and honk,while rain sizzzles on the roof. The pond is full. Finally, the drought ends. Sharp air, frost on the ground, myContinue reading “Three Little Pebbles”