Writing is a blood sport, I think. I’m hemorrhaging ink! Anyone got another pen?
Even the smallest of gardens holds a little magic.
My fuzzy inspiration is now 7 years old. That’s a whole lot of mischief managed. You can blame all of my snarky cat characters on him.
Love ya, furball.
I took the youngest kiddo out to the Salt River today to see the result of the water releases from Granite Reef Dam. We saw hummingbirds, bees, cormorants, and burrowing owls. And water, lots of water.