One Tiny Moth Hole

Matilda parked Grandma under the tree while she hung the wet sheets on the line.  “I love the smell of fresh laundry,” Grandma said as she watched her hired care giver.  Matilda smiled and nodded.  “This has always been my favorite tree,” she continued, lifting her arms to take in the outstretched branches, the canopy … Continue reading One Tiny Moth Hole