Setting down the notebook where I stash ideas throughout the days, I sit at my laptop and begin to stir together thoughts about summer.
In what can only be imagined in a singsong voice, the first card begins, “Dear Dad. I may have made you worry when I came in after hours...” It goes on, rhymes, and I return it to its duplicates.
When Lew and Karen Leffbetter first moved into the house next to Sam and Ellie’s, Sam had been worried.
Twice a day, morning and evening, ever since Spring arrived, the songbirds in the neighbourhood gather at our backyard songbird cafe (aka: birdfeeder) and make sweet little swine of themselves.
There're the finches who neatly pick out seeds they like best.