With itchy eyes and scratchy throat, and amidst the prediction of billions of cicadas about to emerge and outnumber us humans 60 to 1, I swept another eight ounces of woven weeds and muck from the eaves of the porch this evening.
Ahhh, spring! What other joys might the season bring?
Ahhh, spring! What other joys might the season bring?
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