The little ones ran through the back yard last night with sparklers in their hands, screeching with delight and anxiety. It’s a rare for their parents to allow them to hold anything on fire. Monty the Saint Bernard stood among them, panting, somehow seeming in charge of the situation. The teenaged girl had long since […]
The Flood of July
The little ones ran through the back yard last night with sparklers in their hands, screeching with delight and anxiety. It’s a rare for their parents to allow them to hold anything on fire. Monty the Saint Bernard stood among them, panting, somehow seeming in charge of the situation. The teenaged girl had long since […]