Every day, a photograph, a poem. Every day there’s time to sweep– picking up the traces of our cat as she runs in and out through her cat door after rolling in the garden.
Yup. She’s a roller– a dusty, dirty, furry, lovable, wild little cat who just loves to stretch and roll in her two favorite spots in the yard– or on your feet.
Garden dirt, dust, leaves
and seeds, a trail inside left
by a rolling cat.Sheri Edwards
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart