Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

by | Mar 29, 2015 | Farm Life, Memories

Fiery tongues crept across the thick mat of dead grass, licking away all the dry stems and leaves. Like a battle front, the line moved roughly in unison with no possible retreat. Footsteps of flame crackled and snapped. The commander stood surveying his scorching...
A Mulberry Afternoon

A Mulberry Afternoon

by | Mar 14, 2015 | Horsing Around, Memories

Sun-speckled shadows shifted in the summer breeze. A deeper shade of purple surrounded the old mulberry tree. The berries were ripe and ready for plucking. Maybe that old tree alongside Ernie’s lane had been planted by a passing bird, or maybe tenderly planted...

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