Miss Peeper, master fundraiser
As we picked tomatoes in the alley this morning, Peeper became despondent over our absence, came to the other side of the fence, and began fulfilling her name – peeping. She runs it up and down the upper scales, this despondent, I’ve been abandoned, tone to her voice that breaks your heart.
Deb observed that she’d be a perfect fund-raiser on the phone.
Morning fruits, night delights?
And here are some of the fruits of our morning’s labors.
