Pepper and I were sitting outside this afternoon, both of us hot. I had thrown the frisbee for her and walked around the yard, but my heart wasn’t in it. I finally sat down in the wrought iron chair on the front porch and she rested at my feet. “What’s wrong?” she asked, ever my sensitive companion. “Normally you love a hot green day.” “Yes …
June 12, 2016
by jenniferpuryear