On Firecracker Tails

Summer falls

With a yellow swagger

Of sweat and old man tired.

Apparently, the August doldrums of yellowing grass and exhausted leaves have arrived early to northern Alabama. They drifted in on firecracker tails last night.


Just what this pandemic (and her chief nut) needs is an old swamp-feel to each day.

There better not be frogs, though.

Just saying.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, the girl freaked totally out by toads

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