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.
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I hope the cow wasn't yours, being lead elsewhere.
Yes . . . like Rev. Paul said . . (?)
REv. Paul, nope, evidently one of theirs.
Cathy, ours were all present and accounted for yesterday afternoon. lol
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