Walked the dogs. The winter honeysuckle is blooming. Heavenly fragrance. The frogs are mature now and make mature sounds. It is just a little dirt pond that tries to survive among people who throw tons of pesticide on the grass to keep it green.
Reader beware: This blog mixes truth and fiction. Names are routinely changed. Persons may be composites. If you think the person is you and you feel offended, it is most likely fiction. Then again, if the shoe fits.....
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