First Rain of Spring
I thought it was interesting that, when the rain began, the grackles flew from the pines to the pin oak and sat facing the oncoming rain.
Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats.
And maybe a border collie or other critters.
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I'm a retired teacher turned writer. Ferradiddledumday (my Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story) and Stuck (my middle grade paranormal novel) are available from Cedar Creek Publishing.