dill seed

goldenrod in the breeze, squirrel buries an acorn, cat snoozes past noon and then looks at maps.
Pop-sickles, goldfinches, cardinals, walking dogs. Gathering dozen aluminum post office-ward -- and not all of them beer!-- because vehicles steered by kettles of beer veering down the road queer gives us the willies eerie.
Barker filling the air from first competition at our greatest little secret of best cross-country track in the area.
Little coon feet, lining up moldy clothespins, sweeping the carpet, getting the horse papers, 35 dollars and dill seed.



Katrina was four years ago. American Routes and Holly's trip

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