As everyone had hoped and half-expected it would be, that morning was nothing like the previous day (which had been Very Dark and Rainy and Windy). This glorious day-after-the-storms was bright, breezy, warm in the sun, and pleasantly cool in the shade.

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With Rabbit’s help, Old Possum unearthed the stack of patio sling chairs he’d inherited from his parents. (The wooden frames were a bit creaky, and the fabric’s jaunty blue stripes were a bit faded, but he had no doubt the chairs would be as comfy as ever, if still a tad difficult to get into and out of.)

(Late May 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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