Besides, my little dog doesn’t like to go out to the yard alone so we stroll together across the deck, down the stairs, and onto the patio. I step gingerly into the grass to check out the blooms around the grassy area. I survey each plot of dirt, plucking “little damn-its” wherever they have sprung up since my last trip around the yard. Then I make my way up the winding paver pathway to the other set of stairs, plucking the feverfew daisies popping up between the stones. I love their tiny white flowers, but since my pup is allergic, and I
I hear a scratch at the back door. My indoor-loving cutie is ready to go in. I saunter up the short stairs to where he stands, impatiently waiting for me to open the door. The walk is over.
A spring ramble through
my lovely English garden
delivers God’s peace
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My Haibun for dVerse Poets Pub today. Head on over and see what other walks dVerse poets have taken us on today.