Eight years ago, my son headed out the door with anticipation for Field Day. He no sooner left, than he was back in the house. "Mom, you have to come see this!" I followed him out to our front yard, where he pointed to an orange blob (I didn't have my glasses on) in a v-shaped joint of an evergreen tree. It turned out to be a tiny kitten - stuck there.
|Becky painted Chandler|