The Wisdom of Garden Snails
I Don't Have a Garden, but It Sounds Better than Grass Snail, Doesn't It?
This morning, I took out the trash. I walked out my front door, and heard the morning breeze rustling my rose bushes to the right and playing my wind chimes to the left. It rained last night, so the air still smelled of petrichor. (There’s a word for that after-rain smell! Isn’t that lovely?)
I walked to the edge of my porch to deposit my trash bag into …
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