It’s No Secret
Tim returned from the mailbox, three days worth of mail in hand.
Tim returned from the mailbox, three days worth of mail in hand.
A trio of pheasants, two hens and a rooster, scoot into the grassy fencerow.
Tim and I can wait no longer and we make our way out onto the dock.
One of my favorite bass ponds did not disappoint on this early June morning.
Head back and mouth open he’s snoring. He sounds like a full-throttled Harley with no muffler.
“I think they saved our lives,” she said of the men…
It turns out that directionally-impaired cicadas burst with a red splotch when they slam head first into an oncoming biker.
With that announcement, a fleet of boats crept closer and closer, circling around us like hungry sharks.
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