Cheers for the Spears

Spring for Asparagus!

The coyote crouched silently, pausing before placing the next paw. Despite its careful approach, the shifting wind carried her scent forward, startling the sleeping squirrel. It scampered up the Oak and out of reach. Disappointed, the animal straightened up, and in doing so, saw Annie sitting on the other side of the garden. They looked at each other, both more curious than frightened.