ALL OF US AT THE SAME TIME
©Jo Dereske 2014Chapter 25
Seasons
We were gifted with a week of Indian summer, just when we believed we were about to descend into rainy fall weather. The ground crunched with dried leaves that sent up earthy fragrances. Urgency filled the air. Spiders burrowed into the dirt and invaded the house, seeming to spin new webs within seconds of brushing away existing webs.
Along the prairie portion of my trail I frequently came across the trails of box turtles making their sluggish way toward the creek. They pushed fallen leaves ahead of them like snow plows and when the piles grew too large to push any farther, Read More