They mowed down the blackberry shrubs on the side of Flamingo Drive last fall. Severely. I’m thinking they will grow back and still be filled with big juicy abundant berries in the summer. They must be thinking this, too. The ones who come and mow them down. What a nuisance they seem to be. According…
Month: September 2018
I’m on the sofa. Pulling the faux fur throw up to my chin to be cozy, I expose my perimenopausal feet, then reach for the remote control. The front window wall of blinds rises simultaneously exposing the sun scorched grasses, the shoreline of driftwood, and the Salish Sea. The waves are coming in. Romeo approaches…