“Aah, that’d be Skillsaw in the rockin’ chair,” Sleeping replies. “Haven’t heard from him since mile marker nine. ‘Figure he’s reading the mail, or checking for pinholes in the back of his eyelids.” He chuckles.
Walleye hits the key, “Yah, got shutter problems back here myself.”
“Woah, heads up, big gator in the granny lane!” Bee yells.
Sound like a foreign language to you. It connects those who ride alone.
I stopped to take a picture of some calves standing at the fence alongside a country road. As soon as I was out of my car these mean-looking mama cows all start moving in from all directions. In the picture after the one above you can’t even see the calves at all. Just one line of defensive mamas all standing shoulder-to-shoulder.
And it said it better than words….
Won’t you join me over at sweetmarimari for Day 2 in Learning to Listen? I’d love that.
It’s in a sealed envelope. In fact there’s a sealed envelope for each member of your family. Your palms get a little sweaty, your mouth goes dry. Do I open it now or wait…
Join me at the sweetmarimari blog for Day One in Learning to Listen: The Mystery Party. Everyone loves a party, or do they???
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