“I believe it is a LEAST Flycatcher,” she said. My FROWN deepened, I squinted, trying to see the tiny bird. “Where?” “There, just above the third BOUGH of the hickory tree.” Swatting at the mosquitoes, dripping with sweat, I began to wonder at the wisdom of using this new HOBBY as a way to impress my latest crush.

Georg’ann

The next PHASE begins
We’ve cooked, now to MUNCH
our HOBBY? Good food

Heather