When Bill called me to “come here!” I thought he’d found a baby snake or something. Something that would sneak away really fast. So I hurried. But this is what he called me to spy: A perfect little mushroom, next to the rotting tree, next to the well-water pump.
I had to get down on one knee, in the squishy squelch, to get a good peep at it.
And I have to tell you, that even in my very grown-up stage of life, I held my breath and thought, “Oh, please, let there be a bitty wee fairy shading herself!”
About Ginny O'Donnell
After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see.
Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we?
Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!
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Well if you find a fairy, tell her I need a favor:)