The frogs must be lovin' this seemingly endless string of overcast drippy days. I look out our living room window at a titch of fog in the air, adding yet another layer to a spooky stillness. The village generations separate this time of day. The younger guys and gals drive out of town to work, and we retirees hunker down in less complicated days.
The three of us went for a Sunday afternoon trolley yesterday on the back roads of our county. In springtime, we never know what kind of furry families we'll find. These little guys weren't exactly sure if they could trust us, so we snapped the pictures and continued on our way.
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Awww!
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