Friday morning and no sign of the hitch hiking bug. That is untill about 10 miles into the drive back out to my route when it reappeared on the wiper. Sheesh! So I drove it around another fifty miles untill I pulled up under a live oak tree and it was brushing my windshield when I realized that was really where Mr. Mantis belonged. So gently coaxed him onto that limb and said farewell. Maaaaan, can you imagine the stories he's going to tell his friends !!
AuthorDale Marsh is a story telling, singer/songwriter, picture taking folklectic musician. Archives
May 2015
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