I suspect a misdirection play here. The writer, with fearless Henny in tow, are out on some secret mission. And using the muses as her foil. Hmmm. I know! In search of the best shamrock patch for next Wednesday.
There will likely be further discussion of placeholders for that special day to avoid a clash of shamrocks with cherries.
>> As if walking across the lawn of a three dog household after a spring melt
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(Not sure how well your southern readers will get that, but to someone growing up in the Midwest... 😁)
Haha! Thanks Jack. The memory of Tuesday's "pick up" efforts is still front of mind.
I suspect a misdirection play here. The writer, with fearless Henny in tow, are out on some secret mission. And using the muses as her foil. Hmmm. I know! In search of the best shamrock patch for next Wednesday.
There will likely be further discussion of placeholders for that special day to avoid a clash of shamrocks with cherries.
Hmmm...she wonders...Is there a shamrock placemat still in the attic? Now on a mission!