Mr. Nibbles Died Without a Name

Wouldn’t you know I would come across a Freshly Pressed post that is not boring, thereby making a liar out of my recent post, “Always a Bridesmaid … ” This one actually deserves the Freshly Pressed designation. Please enjoy it with me.

Seven Years Late

A young rabbit in my backyard  from a couple of generations ago. A young rabbit in my backyard from a couple of generations ago.

As happens sometimes, I sat down at my desk this morning and couldn’t come up with anything to write about. I skimmed my reserve list of ideas, then skimmed it again. I considered just diving in, but that never seems to work out for me. I turned to current events, hoping that I could insert a new opinion of the happenings in our world. I thought about Ferguson then of ISIS and the recent bombings in Syria. But I didn’t think I could bring any fresh perspective at the moment.

I decided to clear my mind by mowing the lawn (and also because it had to be done). I changed out of my clothes into my lawn-cutting rags. I went downstairs and outside. I opened the shed and pulled a trash bin out back. I carefully moved the…

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3 Responses to Mr. Nibbles Died Without a Name

  1. gfwilson says:

    I’m glad you enjoyed it and have found it worthy! I appreciate your reblog, too.


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