Semi-Daily Scribbles

My quiet hideout's been overrun by an invasive species. Namely, kidlets on summer holiday. Grew attached to this weedy patch. I could stretch out in the dock and clover and pretend to be the lone survivor of some apocalypse-ish catastrophe. The air was o.k. to breathe, though. Just no people, or mosquitoes. Or fire ants. Kind of makes the end of the world sound like heaven. Now I have to pull up stakes and find a new place to watch the world go by without getting stepped on. Or yanked out of the ground and twisted into a chain. It's a tough season for delicate things.