Thursday, October 23, 2014


Towels of optimism sag on the line, dragging damp toenails down in the mud.

It's been a fine, dry fall, but that's all over now. It was raining like blazes at four AM and it hasn't stopped since...I think I just saw Noah.

Interesting stuff down at the bottom of the driveway. Big, fat cow pie right by the there.

First thought....Moon? Bama? Cinnamon?

Then Liz takes a closer look. Nope.

The pie fell right between the tire tracks of an Amish buggy.

Somebody leading a cow somewhere. You'll get that.


3 comments:

Rev. Paul said...

I hope the cow wasn't yours, being lead elsewhere.

Cathy said...

Yes . . . like Rev. Paul said . . (?)

threecollie said...

REv. Paul, nope, evidently one of theirs.

Cathy, ours were all present and accounted for yesterday afternoon. lol