Sep1 Labor Day weekend— a heat wave grips the county, driving us indoors. Aug31 Labor Day weekend— an old man longs for his son, last seen years ago. Aug30 Labor Day weekend— the homeless man keeps weeping for his missing dog. Apr7 Third weekend of spring— my backyard plum keeps blooming, though I’m on the road. Apr6 Third weekend of spring— in cups made out of peat moss, I start melon seeds. Mar24 First weekend of spring— my neighbor’s yapping corgi jolts me from my nap. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Aug31 Labor Day weekend— an old man longs for his son, last seen years ago. Aug30 Labor Day weekend— the homeless man keeps weeping for his missing dog. Apr7 Third weekend of spring— my backyard plum keeps blooming, though I’m on the road. Apr6 Third weekend of spring— in cups made out of peat moss, I start melon seeds. Mar24 First weekend of spring— my neighbor’s yapping corgi jolts me from my nap. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Aug30 Labor Day weekend— the homeless man keeps weeping for his missing dog. Apr7 Third weekend of spring— my backyard plum keeps blooming, though I’m on the road. Apr6 Third weekend of spring— in cups made out of peat moss, I start melon seeds. Mar24 First weekend of spring— my neighbor’s yapping corgi jolts me from my nap. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Apr7 Third weekend of spring— my backyard plum keeps blooming, though I’m on the road. Apr6 Third weekend of spring— in cups made out of peat moss, I start melon seeds. Mar24 First weekend of spring— my neighbor’s yapping corgi jolts me from my nap. Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Apr6 Third weekend of spring— in cups made out of peat moss, I start melon seeds. Mar24 First weekend of spring— my neighbor’s yapping corgi jolts me from my nap. Post navigation ← Older posts
Mar24 First weekend of spring— my neighbor’s yapping corgi jolts me from my nap. Post navigation ← Older posts