Gemotions

The oak, a colossal green beast, decided to take a nap right in the middle of Mrs. Gable’s prize-winning petunia patch. From my window, I watched the branches splay out like a clumsy, giant hand. A giggle escaped me, unbidden, as I pictured Mrs. Gable’s face.

I grabbed my phone, already composing a ridiculous text. *'So, uh, just a heads-up, I think your tree and my yard are making a new friendship. Maybe a bonfire is in order?'* A grin stretched across my face.

I clapped my hands together, the sudden motion making me feel suddenly alert and ready. My own yard was looking a little dull lately. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to “borrow” a few of those vibrant petunias.