Today, I shipped off one of our smallest glass bottles.
It required me to make the tiniest box for it.
When I got back from the post office, I stepped out back to let jack the dog out for a run.
But she rested on the hot deck instead.
Taking her cue, I did the same.
The deck felt like hot stones on my back.
The sky was mottled with bright white and slate gray clouds.
I hoped it would rain but was enjoying the sun…
and the passing traffic of butterflies.
My arms grew tired so I turned onto my side…
and saw that I was being watched.
No rain today…maybe tomorrow.
wishing you the weather that you’re hoping for,