How it all began . . .
A little before Christmas, the dog and I paused somewhere in this vacant lot. She was checking out some scent or other, and instead of urging her along, I lingered. I don't remember why; perhaps I was stretching out the time before I had to face the chores at home again, or more likely, I was vaguely hoping that some friend would just happen by, if only I stood there long enough.
I looked down, and there at my feet was a friend indeed.
I've got lots more to say about this friend, and about the not-so-vacant lot, but I've decided to be a friend to myself and quit the midnight blogging. I've also invited some dear friends to visit tomorrow, so it might be a couple of days before I give you all the details. Meanwhile, any guesses on the identity?