Butterflies flit, bees buzz, and birds dart to and fro. Cars drive by, some slowing down ever so slightly. "Are you looking at me?" A rhetorical question? Maybe, maybe not. After all, white wooden ducks and porches are nothing new.
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Return of The Wooden White Duck
He's back! The wooden white duck is once again sitting on the front porch, his long, white
neck extended gracefully as he looks at the trees in the front yard and watches the flowers bloom (see blog from 09/12/18 - titled The White Wooden Duck).
Butterflies flit, bees buzz, and birds dart to and fro. Cars drive by, some slowing down ever so slightly. "Are you looking at me?" A rhetorical question? Maybe, maybe not. After all, white wooden ducks and porches are nothing new.
The weather is warm once again and the flowers are getting ready to bloom. And the duck? He sits contentedly on the front porch and watches the cars drive
lazily up and down the street.
Butterflies flit, bees buzz, and birds dart to and fro. Cars drive by, some slowing down ever so slightly. "Are you looking at me?" A rhetorical question? Maybe, maybe not. After all, white wooden ducks and porches are nothing new.
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