PEEPERS—AND THIS TALE—ROCK!
It was a warm, wet, humid spring day today. There was a low overcast all day. The wind was strong, and the clouds were racing from South to North. Not a usual New England pattern on April 1st. Not at all.
I took Ellie outside. She sat in her stroller, watching me with her wise dark eyes as I raked up the straw and pine boughs that had covered my perennial beds. The wind blew strong and the pines creaked and moaned. Ellie watched. She watched me stoop and scrape and gather up the winter coat of the garden. She watched the birds darting back and forth and up and down. She tipped her head back and watched the tops of the trees as they swayed back and forth above her.
Tonight, after I had taken Ellie home to her Mom and Dad, I stood on my deck. The night…
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By the Mighty Mumford 