Manure and a Models Coat

This morning I found myself in the backyard clad in my housecoat and sturdy moccasin slippers. This morning, my left elbow resting on my left knee, my right hand searched down through damp monkey grass for the base of an offending weed. This morning I pulled that weed and a handful more and cast them…

I can drink gasoline

Leroy was Granny’s yard man. He was jolly, always quick with a joke or a funny rhyme. He believed that if you hung a dead snake over a tree limb it would rain. He believed that garlic kept the haints away. He had biceps as big as tree trunks, or so it seemed to me,…

My kingdom for a dead snake

Dawg Days are upon us. Go on…draw that syllable out just like the heat and humidity that threatens to stretch clear to Halloween. It’s too hot to talk fast. Too hot to think fast. Too hot to do much besides indolently stand in the yard dribbling precious cool water on flowers as parched as you…