My Girls

My Girls

Sunday, May 22, 2011


Mossy whispered in my ear.   Standing on my shoulder she motioned to the backseat.  Good golly Miss Molly or Miss Kylee one should say.  Sunlight sparkled on her nose and her tongue as she licked DQ's bounty of a vanilla soft cone.  "Summer's here!"  Mossy chanted as she jumped up & down.  With delight in a flash I knew just what she meant.  I could smell it.  I could feel it:  a newly mowed lawn, blackberry cobbler, children's laughter as they walked through the woods, fresh mint floating in a glass of tea, fireflies dancing on a warm evening's breeze...  The magic of summer had just begun.  Yes, maybe a few more days of school must linger.  "But not for long,"  Mossy whispered from the dash.  To be a gnome is not enough.   The little minx must now be a mind reader, too! 

I stretched and I yawned in the warm sunlight streaming in, as a toe tapping Mossy step-ball chained across the dash....

"Summer's here, Summer's here, hallelujah, Summer's here!" 

My Girls

My Girls
Snippets of an addle-pated mind and her wee little gnome friend, Mossy.

Wrap up tight in caution tape
and enter with care
for the tales of the two are
quite simply....