Good Morning, Fourth of July! {8}

Awaiting the arrival of the mini-hydroplanes, I’m on the porch with Boz. It’s 5:28 a.m. and while I can’t see the little waterborne wasps, I can hear the drone of their approach¬†with increasing intensity. Wrapped in a self-fashioned¬†cocoon of sheets, comforters and pillows, Gracie has commandeered the bed and is honoring the arrival of the […]

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