Bees and Tree Frogs
Sitting on a porch swing, rocking back and forth, coffee mug in hand, she closes her eyes and just listens. The sounds and smells of spring fill her senses…
Sitting on a porch swing, rocking back and forth, coffee mug in hand, she closes her eyes and just listens. The sounds and smells of spring fill her senses…
“Daddy!” cried the beastly girl who had dragged her unwitting father into my store, “I want one of those!” she yelled at her father who was talking on his…
The sky is large on large days and small on small days the frogs are green on forest days and wet on rainy days my boots are shiny on holidays and packed away…
Ribbotsuke’s head was lowered, hands in the position of prayer. His eyes were closed tight with concentration, and the incense burning at the foot of the…