Lyn Ellen has some sort of mystical connection with the land up here. Never in Minnesota, but ever present here. The tomato plants in her container garden soared to higher than six feet. And the squash is double-dog daring us to make succotash.
The fish are shameless in their pursuit of food, happiness and nooky.
Bunnies. Frogs. We have so many birds and squirrels we are in danger of going over the max occupancy rate. Any day now, we expect a knock on the door from the fire marshal or a goddamn Disney scout.