I’m still not sure what to make of the fact that this area of Arkansas has seen its share of “100 year” weather events in the 3 ½ years since we moved to Our Little House.
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Yesterday morning I had dreamed we had moved back to the city, so when I got up in my real-world oasis and made my way over to The Belle Writer’s Studio in the dark and not yet having my coffee, I guess I was still a bit confused.
Sitting in the silence of the morning with Emma and Sade at my side, reading the latest news on my computer, I heard a thud that sounded like a car door slamming. This wouldn’t have been unusual to hear early in the morning in the city as neighbors got in their cars and began their commute to work. Because my mind was still somewhere between here and there, I didn’t give it another thought.
The dogs perked up.