A Bucket and Spade in a Heat Wave
Just preparing to go lie on a beach - the merciless heat has landed. The pets are all indoors even Escape Artist Dick has no desire to climb the fence....until the cool of evening of course : )
posted by Liz at 12:36 pm
2 Comments:
congrats on the word riot poems, liz! love both poems — wonderfully evocative.
we've got the heat wave here, too. have no desire to stay beside this infernally hot computer. it's practically breathing up on me.
pant-pant!
a.
Arlene, great to see you about the place ; )
Gosh, I am sweating most unladylike here - and to add to my consternation, the kennels where Páidi and Dick were going to hang out is dangerously close to a mountain fire so we have to find them another place - and at this late stage with every one making off on their hols. there may be no room at any Inn for the 2 fellas!
Fingers crossed something turns up...
Are you going away anywhere, Arlene?
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