An update on Laurel Blossom's personal and professional activities, with good stories and a poem or two on occasion.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
It's deer hunting season down here. We live next to 240 acres of land that are covered with loblolly pine and hardwood. Yesterday Amos brought home, one at a time, three deer legs with hoof, and, last, proudly, a seriously decomposing head.