Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.
short tales
Tonight I had my hand taken by a four-year -old and a nearly three-year-old and led out into the dark: 'To see the bats. They come to visit our fig tree.' We stood out there in the now present Autumn evening, bare feet cold on the wet grass, turned our eyes away from the light and watched as they flew over in ones, twos, fives and sixes. A couple came down to the tree so we hushed our voices and whispered about them, about where they might be going, about where they might sleep in the day and whether they liked our figs. A babe on my hip,and a babe in my hand, when we got a little too cold we wandered inside for a warm bath.
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