Here Comes The Neighboorhood
Spring had arrived on a Saturday it seemed and Anne was anxious to get her flowers planted in the back yard so an early morning breakfast filled her tummy and the last swallow of her milk signaled her legs to push her body away from the table. She stood and walked to her door and flung it open to greet the day. It was gorgeous outside and she took in a deep breath of the still, fresh air. Snatching up her box of garden tools, she headed out off of the deck and to the fence in the back where...