Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo A cool grey morning after the school bus pulls away and  I am sitting on the cold damp rocking chair on the porch, Sipping lukewarm tea. Watching the crows yell information at each other; They keep a beady eye on me as they eat our breakfast crusts. The blanket on the chair was precious, … Continue reading The Birds and the Bees