The Flow of This Literary River
by Zinta Aistars
Z (left) and Bonnie Jo Campbell (right)There's not much that could get me out of my wonderfully chilled, air-conditioned house on a 90+ degree July day. I was out early in the morning to water my parched petunias, and I watched a young robin fly in desperation through the spray of my garden house, parched too. I arced the cool water high so that the robin could ruffle her feathers in the spray, her little brown head going back in thirst to catch a few drops.
That hot.
But at 2 p...
Z (left) and Bonnie Jo Campbell (right)There's not much that could get me out of my wonderfully chilled, air-conditioned house on a 90+ degree July day. I was out early in the morning to water my parched petunias, and I watched a young robin fly in desperation through the spray of my garden house, parched too. I arced the cool water high so that the robin could ruffle her feathers in the spray, her little brown head going back in thirst to catch a few drops.That hot.
But at 2 p...
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When it's hot, the literary rivers don't follow as easily. I end up watching the little birds at my bird feeder. Guess the heat makes them hungry! Have a good weekend!