Late Bloomer
Louisa was concerned that well into spring she still had little foliage for a mature tree. “You’re just a late bloomer,” her sister declared . . .
Louisa was concerned that well into spring she still had little foliage for a mature tree. “You’re just a late bloomer,” her sister declared . . .
Some Californians, leaving what they considered overly high taxes and overly restrictive regulations, thought that the tall rock on the Arizona side had been created to provide the sundown salute to California as they left and headed for Texas . . .
As the sun sank slowly in the west somewhere near Galveston, Snuffy the Wonderdog (not pictured) wondered if NY NY’s mayor, Bill De Blasio, really liked his job. “True,” thought Snuffy,” he did run and win, but some people just can’t let go even if they don’t like the taste of what they have sunk their teeth into.”
Amy’s mother was full of truisms and sayings, like “a penny saved is a penny earned,” and finished most sentences with “at the end of the day, blah, blah, blah.” The truism Amy had noted was that at the end of the day, unless rain and overcast skies prevented it, there was a sunset . . .
The County Sheriff’s office had been flooded with 911 calls concerned that the North Koreans had launched a nuke, but no, it was just just another Texas Gulf Coast sunset . . .
While visiting the Texas Gulf Coast for the first time, Hank fell asleep on the porch in the rocking chair and woke up with a start. Was that the end of the world or just one of those fancy Texas sunsets he’d heard so much about?